Déjà vu
There is no doubt in my mind that things happen for a reason. The pendulum I have been on the last 8 years since losing John has been one of complete and utter desperation to full blown happiness. This post has many angles and without a shadow of a doubt, incredible admiration and emotion. Most of all, though these last few months still make zero sense, I know there has to be a reason or a higher purpose/involvement. Zach’s dad, my father-in-law, has esophageal cancer. Even writing it down brings me to tears much less, thinking about he feels, how Dixie feels, how the Cunningham family feels, how Jenny feels and what Mellie must think, and how overwhelming this must be for my husband. When you go through seeing someone you love fight cancer you think to yourself, “Okay, that’s it. I can’t do another round ever again.” It is all too close and it is all too real. Raw thoughts combined with what needs to be positivity is a constant bridge I cross on a daily basis since finding out Mike