I freely and publicly admit that until Dominic ran ahead to heaven I was just as likely as the next person to declare something “impossible” when it was really simply hard, distasteful or uncomfortable.
Because before Dominic was snatched away in an instant-irretrievably lost to me this side of eternity-I lacked perspective.
I didn’t realize that as long as someone is breathing, there is hope.
As long as there are choices, you can make them.
As long as people offer to help, you can let them.
What I am facing may seem insurmountable but if money, time and/or energy can make a difference, then no circumstance is truly impossible.
So I carry an absolute yardstick in my heart: death is the only utterly impossible situation.
Anything that falls short of that holds out hope.
I can choose to grab hold or choose to let go, but I have a choice.
It may be excruciating and hard and frustrating and foolhardy, but I can still hold on.
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