My soul is full of whispered song;
my blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
are all alive with light.
– Dying Hymn, by Alice Cary

Today, the happiness is hard to find, so let’s focus on things I’m grateful for:

1. that a wonderful, smart, kind woman isn’t in pain anymore

2. that she had the best possible care — in her own home, which she loved so much — until the very end

3. that the people who loved her had the opportunity — one not afforded to many — to make sure she knew how much she was loved