{gratitude}

. . . life becomes full of gratitude . . . when someone you love is sick . . .one feels gratitude for their own health . . . for the health of their children or spouse . . . or parents . . . gratitude they have one more day with their sick loved one . . .

 . . . this past July my small family traveled to the rural area where I grew up . . . I was able to show my children where I went to school, where I played, where my old childhood house used to sit, the swimming pool I won numerous ribbons and medals in, the library I sat in for hours reading book after book after book, my favorite ice cream spot (that was still exactly as I remembered it) . . .

. . . but more importantly . . .  I was able to spend time with my uncle, making memories that will last long past the day that chemotherapy stopped working to keep my uncle's cancer check . . .

 . . . for my aunt and uncle, the past two years were spent preparing and balancing and hoping . . .  remission and discovery of new cancer . . . my aunt . . . a pillar of strengh and grace . . . a quiet woman . . . my uncle . . . so even keeled . . . so dependable . . . they complimented each other perfectly . . . their love of nature and their love and dedication to animals, horses in particular . . . their relationship . . . their love . . . their gratitude for each other . . . was visable every time anyone was around this wonderful couple . . .

. . . the days we spent sharing memories and laughs with my uncle . . . I will cherish with gratitude that he and my aunt shared his last few precious days with us . . .