I am getting ready to leave for the gym this morning...for the first time since my dad passed away on July 19th. My heart is heavy, but I know that putting one foot in front of the other and resuming my Spark program, is the best thing for me now.
But before I start my car and begin this next phase of my life (and that's how it feels), my thoughts center around all of those gentle souls who have made the past few weeks a little less difficult...and who have touched my family's hearts with simple acts of kindness.
Of course, we appreciate the many dear friends and neighbors who brought food, flowers, cards, and visits. But returning to work and life has not been easy. Therefore, I thank:
The bank teller who was so kind to my mother as we helped her organize the account that she shared with her partner of 67 years.
The cashier at my dad's favorite store, who came out from behind the counter to give us a hug when we told her the news (and who held up a line of people behind us to talk a little about him).
And, those who waited patiently while she did so :)
The metro bus driver who let me have a 'free ride' when I returned to work and hadn't realized that my monthly pass had expired.
And, the kind woman (I've never seen before or since), who stood up and gave me her bus pass to use.
The vendors I correspond with at work...but will never meet, because they live in other countries...who sent such kind messages to me and reminded me of how grief and love of family is so universal and spans all cultures.
Of course...my fellow Sparkers...most especially...even though I do not consider you strangers. In fact, among all of you are some of the kindest, most thoughtful, most caring, and most deeply Christian...people I have ever known in my life. I love all of you dearly, and you have no idea how much you touched my heart during this difficult time...with your Spark goodies, emails, and kind words. Please know that I am here for each and every one of you as we go through this Spark journey together.
I know that I haven't remembered to include everyone here. There were so many small acts of kindness that meant so much. My dad often spoke about the importance of sincere gestures. One of his favorite phrases was, "little things mean the most".
Now, I close this blog by sharing this special song with all of you. Enjoy. May God bless you.