Oh Patricia,
So sorry to hear about your sister, we perhaps have a lot in common. I use to think I was brave. In fact my six wonderful siblings gave me a necklace which is a gold angel named "courage." They gave this to me at our mothers funeral. I had taken care of my mom for 11 years, she had Alzheimers. One of my sisters who helped pick this necklace for me died two years ago. She was the alcoholic, we were very close, I always worried about her, even staged an intervention. I will be with my family soon, they have no idea how much I drink. So I am feeling unworthy of their high regard they have for me.
I also have five kids, three of which are step, but their mother died of cancer at a very tender time in their life. The roller coaster of grief has been hard to bear, but the kids are all doing fine (with the exception of the fact that they are all teenagers, but they can't help that). Bottom line, my courage reserve is pretty low, in fact I was shocked when you suggest I was brave. Your comment reminded me that I once was-thanks.
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