Sitting here listening to rain pelting the windows, I’m remembering many people who are gone from my life forever. How sad it is that one’s life starts out so full and dwindles to so little.
You come into the world surrounded by people who love you. You think it will always be that way and you trust everyone, but that soon changes. You quickly learn you must be cautious. Those you thought would always be there for you have a way of disappearing. You feel lonely and sad.
So what do you do?
First, you must realize that no one else is responsible for your happiness. You cannot depend on anyone but yourself. You will be as happy as you choose.
My grandmother used to say the only way to be happy is to be thankful. She said, “If you wake up in the morning and thank God for your blessings before you even put your feet on the floor, that sets the tone for the day. You must be thankful for what you have before you can expect to be given more - or before you can be truly happy.”
Spending a good part of my life with this grandmother was good for me.
Sometimes at night, especially when it’s raining, I ponder my life and the influences I had along the way – and I think about the many relatives and friends who are no longer with me.
The list keeps growing.
Too often, Death brushes my sleeve or ruffles my hair as it hurries past.