Gratitude...a well used word these days...bordering on hackneyed...over use. When a word is used far too often it takes on a hint of insincerity....it loses it's "punch". That being said, this morning finds me immersed in gratitude.
Did you watch Downton Abbey last night?
Poor, dear Sybil died. She died as a result of the seizures brought on by eclampsia...extreme hypertension. I have to tell you my heart rate was way up as I watched this...because this was me many years ago right after Annie was born.
I remember being put into a dark room...alone...and being shot full of phenobarbital...the age old anti-convulsive medication. No visitors...no talking...no Annie. It was very, very scary. My poor mother...and husband waiting...Annie sleeping down the hall.
As sad as it was to watch last night's episode of DA...it spooked me in a whole other way. This Monday morning finds me very grateful...grateful for the grey hair on my head...the crinkly lines around my eyes...the extra lb's around my waist; all signs that twenty six years have passed since those scary days in that dark hospital room.
Gratitude...I like that word...I like being here to feel it even more.
Enjoy the day,