It’s been a week of anniversaries and memories, both newly made and those remembered. In this week’s blog post, I remembered the history of my search for my birth parents, including the roadblocks, disappointments, and more.
This week also marked the first anniversary of losing our sweet Sheltie, Gabby. It’s always difficult to lose a furry family member, and this past year was an extra difficult time to be without my sweet little companion.
Yesterday marked the eighth anniversary of my mother’s passing. I think of her often and miss her terribly, yet the anniversary date always brings up more grief and pain. I still question if I did enough to comfort her and ensure she knew how much I loved her. Of course, I know the answer is yes, but for some reason, I still question it every year at this time.
Grief is like that. It never fully disappears and shows up in ways we don’t expect or understand.
Wednesday provided an opportunity for a new memory to be made.
Watching Kamala Harris take the oath to become the first female Vice President of the United States was such a monumental moment, but not the only one for women on Wednesday. When the youngest inaugural and our first National Youth Poet Laureate, Amanda Gorman, delivered “The Hill We Climb,” happy tears fell (again) down my cheeks as I smiled at the television.
Two women making history, and I got to witness it all.
And speaking of two women and making history, something else happened this week. One of my favorite people, Amy Dix, launched her new podcast, Unlocking Happiness, with yours truly as her inaugural guest.
It’s a fun conversation, and I hope you’ll check it out: