If you would have asked me last year if I was tough,
I would have laughed
I don’t think of myself as strong, corageous, or tenacious
I feel weak, whiny, and easy to give up
However, I have survived the unthinkable
My son died and I survived
In the days after his death, I wanted to
curl up and die myself
But I discovered that putting one foot in front
of the other and just taking life an hour at a time,
until I could think farther ahead and then take it
a day at a time, until I could think even farther
Looking back, and seeing what I have survived,
I realize that I am indeed made of tough stuff!