Inspiration is a funny thing.
Yesterday I was part of a discussion about end of life conversations, and whether someone with a terminal illness would want their partner to move forward and find love again. When Dan accepted he wasn’t going to beat his Stage 4 Terminal Cancer, he was dying (haha, widow snark) to talk about it. I wasn’t ready to listen, so all we got was some off color jokes. But I know he wanted me to find love again. He was desperate for me to know, and told every one of our friends, who have since shared that with me. I didn’t need his blessing, but I’m grateful for it. 🍁🍂🍃🍁🍂🍃🍁🍂🍃🍁🍂🍃🍁🍂 Yesterday I watched Storm Ali tear the autumn leaves from their trees and fly them up to my window. I watched them dance with the storm and laughed, reminiscing about my Storm.