We get up. We get up. We get up. Today marks the three year anniversary of my mother-in-law’s passing. Tomorrow would have been my 5th year anniversary with my beautiful, loving wife Kim. My first without her. I get up. Again and again each day. I was recently thinking I want to keep things “light” here. I don’t want to continuously post about grief or sorrow. I want to reach people but don’t want to scare them away. Then this weekend came and I see so many posts lately about how people feel about themselves. How a memory can affect your day. How words from another human being can affect your day. And I realized whatever I write and share here, even if it only touches one person, it makes a difference. I’m here to share my thoughts with you. It helps me and I hope it helps someone out here, to be able to get up and get up again. Through today we have survived 100% of our “worst days ever”. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvpt_KpAbbW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2aacscrwv6tp
