As I was on my run this morning, being able to finally decompress from an extravagant 3 days in Minnesota, I had an epiphany. The events over the course of those 3 days, were indescribable. I often found myself in awe and saying "I do not deserve this" or "I cannot believe I am here." But it wasn’t until this morning, that I realized why.
It’s reflection time! With the most recent picture I shared on our FB page, I felt compelled to write. Project Chemo Crochet is quite an amazing endeavor. When this man was given this blanket, he told his nephew that it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him. What a bold statement! What a deep appreciation for our work! Sometimes I get so busy and got up with the process of all of this that I forget how special each and EVERY blanket is to someone out there in the fight (or at least I hope it is).
"I realize that when I start becoming depressed, I’m thinking about the past. I realize if I’m becoming anxious, I’m thinking about the future. But when I’m just kind of like ‘I’m right here with Barbara Walters,’ that’s just being in the present…enjoying the moment." - Robin Roberts
Amazing what a phone conversation can do. One year ago I was barely making it out of bed every morning, struggling to find my way in the world after feeling like half of me was gone. I felt as though my purpose was gone, my identity lost. I needed to find my mom. I needed her back in my life. And I believed that if I waited for her by staying in the house and by my phone, she would come back. I just knew she would! But we all know death is final and there is no coming back. Try to tell that to a grieving child…they won’t believe you.
I apologize for my rather delayed (Okay...REALLY delayed) update. I can promise you that behind the scenes, us pink warriors have been very busy. 40 blankets have been sent out since my last post and many more blankets have been stitched and tags sewn applied. We have many blankets to give, so please keep submitting names!