I wasn’t sure last night if I wanted to write what I did and share what I was feeling. I’m now glad I did.
You guys have turned a morning I wasn’t looking forward to to the start of a good day.
You people are the best bunch of readers a writer could ever be allowed to write for. You’re the best. It’s a privilege to know you all. And I feel I do, particularly after reading through the responses to the last post.
Thank you. Thank you very much. From the bottom of my heart.
I don't know about you, but I feel as if you and we (your readers) have forged a family of sorts, one that I'm very privileged to enjoy. And in reading the comments, it appears that many of us have shared similar experiences and journeys. My good friend and art teacher (she is an artist too) just lost her husband before Christmas. When I went to her house last week to "do art", Toni wanted to talk about her experience, because, as she said, "No one really wants to hear about the details of losing someone you love except perhaps someone who has also lost someone they love." So, that "lesson" became a sort of mutual therapy session for us. I hope you find some good listener along the way who will just sit and be there for you.
The richness of your heart, the range of your reach, your commitment to doing good and to us, Tom, make us all better. 💓