Now when I go out on my walks in the hood, each time someone smiles at me, I feel so grateful and inwardly I thank them and send them love as the tears well up in my eyes and I think, “My Dad just died and that smile means so much to me.”
When we pass strangers on the street, we don’t know what they are going through, but we can always give them the gift of our smiles.
A smile is so precious. 🙂
The photo is of me smiling through the grief, as my family lit a candle to sing “Happy Birthday” to me on my 50th birthday, while we had a short time at home in between burying my Dad and going to the evening family dinner… My smile in this photo feels really precious to me, given the surreal circumstances of that birthday.