At my old job, I worked with this lady that would have me in stitches.
She has a good ol' Southern Tennessee twang.
She would tell it as it is.
And she would be funny about it.
Way before I met her though.
Probably 10-15 years before I met her.
She lost her son.
A small child.
And I remember watching her.
Feeling so sorry for her.
How can she be happy?
How can she crack jokes?
How can she smile at other children?
But now I get it.
You never forget.
And I am sure there are days.
And maybe even months.
But the loss scars over eventually.
For some reason, September has been harder than I imagined.
But there are days were the loss is just a scar.
And I can smile, crack jokes, and be happy.