Everyday I wake up and remember my daughter, Chey, has passed away and it's still soul crushing. But I keep pushing forward because there's no other choice. This is just my world now.
But as I going through the day, I find it's the stupid little things that kill me all over. While taking the trash out like normal, all of a sudden, I remember how much she couldn't take a scented trash bag. Because of CF, the perfume that scented the bags was just too much. She said it felt like breathing in fire and someone throwing diesel in on that.
Can you imagine what that felt like? And yet, all she ever cared about was, did she hurt your feels by saying something while coughing a lung up? Also, was she putting a damper on a good time or fun everyone else was having? Talk about a loving soul! No matter what she was going through or feeling, she still worried about others first.
So this Thanksgiving I encourage you to take a moment and think about all the tiny little things that we should all be grateful for. And maybe think of how you can put others before yourself. After all, you never know what someone is going through privately.
As always,
Love Madly
Cherish, the Mad Woman
