When I think of this I think of the old saying, “The road less traveled.” In life we have a road that we travel and then at different points we come to a spot where we either stay the course we’re on or turn off somewhere along the way. Who know at the time whether it was the right or wrong decision or if another way would have been better. However, sometimes we come to the end of the road and we have no choice but to either go left or to go right. We don’t want to but the choice has been taken from us and we have to choose one way or the other.

For me, that time came the night my daughter died. Was I given a choice of whether she was going to die or not. No. The choice was taken from me. However, I still had to choose to either continuing living and eventually find the many blessing and happiness that was in store for me or I could choose to be miserable and depressed because I missed my daughter so much.

I didn’t know it at the time but I chose to live for my daughter. I chose to find happiness again. I chose to find the blessing out of a tragedy. And I chose to see that while I missed and grieved for my daughter I still saw God was there for me and He had been there guiding me through the tragedy. God helped me to see the gift He gave to me in the form of writing. He gave me strength when I had none.

So my road hasn’t been easy. However, it’s been a worthwhile journey where I have learned so much about myself.