IMG_8332Last year, I mentioned to a friend that I felt lost. Work didn’t fit, I was at odds with friends and family and I wasn’t feeling motivated to move on with my life.   Everywhere I went, I felt as if was on display.  In an effort to help, a pal thoughtfully suggested that, “Maybe people are just looking at your hair; you know thinking, the poor girl hasn’t brushed her hair since Chris died.”  Smart guy, he made me laugh.

Weeks later I was retelling the story and a friend asked why I really thought people were looking at me?   My answer would change the way I viewed family and myself forever. You see, in a snappish voice I said, “they’re probably looking to see if I breakdown!” but as the words tumbled out of my mouth, I realized how wrong I really was. In that instant I understood people weren’t waiting to see the breakdown; instead they were looking at me with gratitude. When they looked at my little family, they saw their own mortality and, while their lives may not be perfect, they were in fact intact and for that, they were grateful.

So who are we?

I’m fifty-year-old widowed mother of triplets. They are three AMAZING teen-aged kids. We are a goofy family that enjoys the company of one dog, one cat, two guinea pigs and Little Gram, my 90-year-old mother-in-law. We’ve learned that if we live to inspire gratitude in people, Chris’ death meant something and he would continue to touch lives.

Please fasten your seat belts and enjoy the ride!