Between Christmas and New Year's I know of 5 people who died. All within my circle of friends and loved ones. Three truly hit home.
One was a friend who was terminally ill. The second, the daughter of a dear friend. The third was my cousin's stepson. These last two were quick and totally unexpected.
So, besides traveling for the holidays, I spent time trying to meet the needs of those left behind.
The funerals of my friend Laura, who was terminally ill and Hassan were sad yet joyous. Celebrations of lives well-lived. Lives committed to helping others unconditionally.
As I write, one of my best friend's mom is undergoing surgery for colon cancer.
In the midst of it all, I'm tempted to feel sad and think that life is so unfair.
But instead, I'm reminded how grateful I need to be.
Grateful for the incredible husband, family and friends I have.
Grateful to spend my days with flowers.
Grateful for food to eat and a roof over my head.
Grateful to spend time doing the things I like to do in a country where all this is possible.
So rather than curl up into a ball and weep. I count my blessings.
I hope you do too!
Image: Fly Me To The Moon Florists