There are times in life when each step is a painful effort.

I heard recently that grieving is the hardest work one will do in their life.

It strikes me now as profound to describe grieving as hard work: painfully accurate.

I am grateful for the angels in my life. All of them. The ones known and the unknown.

I do not live my life alone—I know this. Even when I am feeling alone, like in this moment, I am not alone.

And for that, I am grateful.