Finding the beauty in every breath.
Last day of grad school. |
Yes, the tears I shed as I drive away will
dry and any trace of their existence will evaporate, but the respect, love, and
gratitude I have for each person who has come into my life these past two years
will forever be reflected in who I am. After all, I would dare to say that they
each were part of saving my life from the mental and physical destruction and
devastation of CF. For that alone, I will always be most grateful: giving me each beautiful breath that is my life. As I drove away and tears streamed down my face, an old
rooted promise resounded in my heart, "with every breath I will
sing." And I will. Love to you all.
With every breath you are given, promise
me you'll sing.
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