Sometimes, it is hard to be grateful for something that is also painful. I hear breast cancer survivors for example, say that they are thankful for the cancer because it caused them to look at life in a whole new way. Or people who lose their jobs, only to find that the next job they got was far more fulfilling.
This gratitude journal, has made me think on a weekly basis, of something that I have been overlooking. It has made me be positive, every single week, about things in my life. Today, I want to talk briefly about my grandfather.
His name was Larry Johnson, although most that knew him called him LJ. He was an amazing gracious, kind, generous, talented, smart, caring, romantic man. I had the pleasure of having him in my life until a year and a half ago. He became much more like a father than a grandfather to me. He taught me how to play the sax when I was in fifth grade, and I continued on through high school playing in the concert, marching, and jazz bands. He was a music teacher at my high school until my teacher took over (also a past student), and his love of music touched hundreds and hundreds of lives.
I miss him more than words can express. But I am grateful that I got to know him, and he got to know me. I am grateful for every memory that we made together, and as a family. I am grateful for the space in my heart that he will always remain.
If your heart is moved, please share a story about something difficult in your life that is truly a blessing. By sharing, you continue to heal, and may help someone along in their healing journey.