the dark

My son is afraid of the dark - I totally get it. After the closet and under the bed check - it got me thinking 'the dark' truly is a metaphor for life.

The darkness I feel when I don't know what lies ahead, the day-to-day unknowns, when I don't know how to help or what to say, words like Stage IV B Cancer - these seem to be the scary monsters that pop out of our closets. I thought as I got older, I'd have no fear and that just isn't the case.

In this world of darkness I find light - in my family, in my children's eyes, in my mother's sense of humor, in my father's way of telling a story, in the way my husband brings me a cup of coffee every morning, in my co-workers who can make me laugh until I cry, in my brother's wit and in the basic goodness of most people I meet. I think of the people in my life as lights on the road of destiny. They guide me, show me the way and keep me safe.

So, when Ty says he's afraid, I can say 'I know buddy. I know exactly how you feel and I can promise that you are safe.' I know this to be true - because I live it everyday.

Sue