It was two years ago today that my husband survived a heart attack. I once again find myself filled with gratitude for the paramedics, firefighters and medical personnel who saved Larry’s life. That Friday afternoon after his weekly tennis game, just a day after his beloved mother’s death, is crystal clear in my memory. You can read more about that traumatic day here, as well as my reflections last year on the first anniversary.
“Gratitude” is something I have spent a great deal of time thinking about in recent months. There have been many losses in my life, something one can expect at my age, I suppose. It seems to come down to either celebrating life and experiencing gratitude for its gifts, or dwelling on past and future losses to come.
This has been an enormous task for me, to live in a state of gratitude, and it is something I work on almost daily. I have always been an anxious sort of person and Larry’s heart attack haunts me. I still hover over him, as I will after this afternoon’s tennis game, even though I know how annoying my behavior must be for him. But my sweet husband is a patient man, and he will tolerate me in his usual kind manner.
We speak of our good luck almost every day as we reflect on our happy life together these past sixteen years.We remain grateful for our good fortune two years ago and will make this our focus today. The firefighters at Station 8 have received their thank-you note and loaded Starbucks card, and the day unfolds ahead of us.
To live in a state of gratitude is my task today, tomorrow and forward into our future, whatever lies ahead.