This week was also tough for more personal reasons. Sunday was the 13th anniversary of the death of my friend Barry. I'm not a stranger to senseless death. 13 years ago, Barry killed himself leaving behind friends and family. His son, now an intelligent and thoughtful young man, was only a month old at the time. If there is anything that Barry's death taught me it is that no amount of searching for answers will ever yield ones that will satisfy my broken heart. Truth be told, I don't know that there are answers to be found.
|Barry was like a big brother to me. I miss him with a fierceness.|
I tell my daughter that there are two things the world needs more of: compassion and courage. We need the compassion to reach out and embrace our communities both locally and globally, but we also need the courage to be compassionate when the world seems anything but. Its easy to be compassionate when our world is soft and gentle, its much more difficult to be compassionate when it seems hard and jaded. And yet, compassion is needed the most during these times. Aria is still so little and I'm not sure she completely understands but I hope that the choices I make in raising her lead her to these two truths.
|Since the weather is getting colder, we focused mostly on items that would provide warmth.|
|My little force of compassion and courage. Aria is actually very shy so it can be tough for her to approach strangers, but she took her role of gift giver very seriously and wanted to be the person to gift the packages.|
May you find peace, love, and happiness in your lives and the courage to bring compassion into the lives of others.