Life is messy. We aren’t here to sail right through it without any storms. Without heartbreak. Without soul searching. Without love.
My life has been especially messy over the past 15 months.
My late husband sends me white feathers … often. They sometimes float out of the air and land on my nose, land next to my camera that I set down moments before, my daughter finds them in her shoes, in our kitchen and in places where feathers are highly unlikely. It’s my reminder that he’s close to us. Today, I came across the first time he sent me one. I had just made the bed a few weeks after he died. I was having an exceptionally tough day. I looked down, and there it was. It reminded me that I was not alone, and that he is still there looking out for us.
I save every single one, in a jar aptly labeled “count your blessings”.
My “inner circle” (as Jeff called it) has thinned out in that time, too. Because my life was so damn messy. And still is, and might even be for a long time to come.
But this is to thank the ones who didn’t run away. Who rolled up their sleeves and got messy with me. The ones who knew me well enough to know that I was strong enough to overcome anything my messy life threw at me. And that I still believed in love. And that I still believed in a wonderful, but not perfect life for my family. Thank you. I wouldn’t be here without you.
Thank you.
xoxo, Mishelle
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