Blessed

Some days I just need a good 'ole dose of reality.

After the rock crawling event on Saturday, we loaded back up and drove to Yukon, OK to celebrate with family for another family member's 50th birthday. My SIL explained exactly what kind/number of cousin we are to them but what it boils down to is that MB (birthday boy) is Jennifer's cousin. While I love getting to see family, I was also sad. Jennifer wasn't there and she SO would have been there. Her three children and their families were there but Steve (FIL) wasn't there.

There was a slide show of MB's life and in it was a picture of him and Jennifer. And I cried.

While we were gathered at MB's house afterwards, we were talking about this and that when Jennifer's name came up (as it should and always will). It made me sad that she's not there telling the funny stories.

And as we came home, Tyson was talking about family members; when asked about Nana, he asked "Who is Nana?" It breaks my hearts that he doesn't remember her anymore.

But then I read stories like this and this and this and am slapped in the face with how blessed I am.

I am blessed to have a family that loves me.

I am blessed to have a Father who will never leave me.

I am blessed to have my health.

I am blessed to have a roof over my head and food to eat.

I am blessed to have known and loved and lost.

I am blessed.