Today I am grateful. Grateful that I have been blessed with the strength to not only survive this loss, but to move forward and heal. I could give in, easily. I could allow the grief to make me bitter, to take away my joy in life. But I refuse to do this. My son would not want that and I have such respect for him that I will not allow this to beat me. His choice was not meant to hurt me and I won’t dishonor him by letting it destroy me. And… with the knowing I have that he is still with me, I want him to see me flourish, not bring his vibration down with my sorrow..