Today I will be going to a thanksgiving service following the funeral of an amazing woman. When I was thinking about her and what I wanted to write in my letter to her husband I realised that in every image and every memory I conjured up of her she was smiling. She radiated happiness, she was a pleasure to be with and genuinely lit up a room whenever she entered.
Today I am thankful for her life and all that she brought to everyone who knew her. But I am also thankful for my own life and all I have. I want for nothing, indeed there are things I would like and do not have, but I do not need them. I have more than I could ever need and more than I could dream of. I have a wonderful family that I cherish dearly, friends who care about me and I for them. I am well fed and clothed and healthy. I live in a house I love with enough resources to enable me to live a lifestyle I enjoy. I have a faith which strengthens me, supports me, consoles me and excites me and gives me hope. What more could I ask for? Nothing. Today I am happy to be alive and to be me.