Through Eyes of Gratitude
I walked into a counselor’s office about 10 years ago and waited for her to tell me something wise, comforting; ultimately waiting for her to tell me what to do. I had lost my husband to cancer a few years prior and my best friend a couple years after that. As far as I could tell there was only one way and that way was up. I sat in Lynn ’s office for what seemed like an eternity hoping for those life-giving words. In one session I was determined to find out all I needed to know to move on, to move up and to step out with my new attitude. It didn’t happen that way. It took several months of questioning and trying to make sense of it all. She didn’t give me any answers. In fact, she made me answer my own questions. Lynn was only a sounding board and a very good one at that. But there was one session that was pivotal for me. The holidays were nearing and the intensity of my pain and loneliness were suddenly overwhelming. I walked in her office that day and said, “I hate th