I love the Rascal Flatts song "Stand." It's been my grief battle hymn since Steve died. I've spent time on my knees, I wanted to give up, I've bent til I thought I would break...but when push came to shove, I've done alright.A little bit of heaven floated down on me Saturday.
I felt JOY...real joy.
The joy of doing something good and for a good reason.
The joy of accomplishment, camaraderie, of belonging.
I danced again.
I smiled again.
Joy.
And the song was right...
"Every time you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place"
The pieces are slowing coming back together, Steve.
And I'm not just standing...
I'm dancing...
And I don't plan to hang up my dancing shoes.
27
Cyna
