I didn’t realize it was ‘The Day.” At least, not when I first awoke. Or even in the days preceding, marking time’s relentless movement as ‘The Day’ approached.
I didn’t realize what day it was as I made coffee. Sat and watched the river flow or let Beaumont, the Sheepadoodle, out for his morning rituals.
I didn’t even realize it was the day as I read the news of flooding in British Columbia. At least, not until I saw mention of the town of Langley.
And then I remembered.
This was the day fifteen years ago when two police officers rolled up in a blue and white police car and arrested the man who had promised to love me ’til death do us part, and was actively engaged in making the death part happen.
Langley was near the town where we were ‘hiding out’ as he evaded police and tried to make me vanish.
That’s when I remembered.
And I smiled.
And breathed. Deeply.
This is ‘The Day’ when I was given the miracle of getting my life back.
This is ‘The Day’ when I began to breathe freely again.
Breathing freely was an automatic response to having the yoke of fear and sadness and sorrow and grief lifted from my life by the removal of one person.
Breathing freely was the gift of knowing I no longer needed to be the ‘walking dead’.
I was alive.
What a gift.
Fifteen years ago today I was given the miracle of my life.
Fifteen years ago today, I stopped waiting for death and got busy living again.
I am grateful.
I am joyful.
I am blessed.
Life is good.
Life is an adventure.
Life is a joyful journey of happiness, peace, beauty and Love.
Life is a gift.