Where does your gratitude come from?

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I guess a better question is, what makes you grateful? no, that doesn’t sound right either.

Better to tell you what transpired and maybe you will have a better grasp of the question in question.

This morning my brother, his wife, and my two sisters met for his birthday breakfast, as we are wont to do.

A wonderful time of laughter and joviality , during which I had a brief time of sadness remembering our youngest brother who passed a couple of years ago and wishing he was there, and suddenly thinking of our father who died more than 40 years ago at 57 and wondering if he would have looked like my brother who was 74 today. Just a moment of sadness you understand.

Then later today i was getting a manicure and chatted with a delightful woman about my age who had had 6 brothers and sisters, and all were gone except for her sister and herself.

You can guess where my moment of gratitude sprang from today. Where does yours spring from?

So those are the thoughts here right now from North of 43!

Chris G April 27, ‘22

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One is about 43 degrees latitude N. and longitude 80 W, The other almost equidistant south latitude and longitude 174 E. Two women, two minds, different personalities and experiences, choosing a life of meaning, continual growth and learning, at the same time negating ageist opinions of exactly what ‘an old lady’ should be.

17 thoughts on “Where does your gratitude come from?”

  1. Beautiful post Chris. I remember a conversation with my sister from years ago. There are 8 of us siblings. She mentioned how one of us would be the first to ‘go’ and one of us would be here ‘last’. Your post made me think of that. My gratitude is that that has not occurred yet.

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    1. Living in chronic pain with a degenerative disc disease , scoliosis, deformations and fibromyalgia and severe arthritis once buried me. After spending nearly 9 years fighting it, trying to figure a way out of my misery I realised I had healed mentally and emotionally and although I accept the pain, it no longer makes my decisions for me. I am grateful to be alive.

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  2. What a thoughtful post, Chris! My Mom always insisted that she was going to live to be one hundred, as one of her grandmothers had. I always expected she would, too, so I took her death at 79 as something of an affront. She was happy with her life, though, and inspired me to take a better attitude about my own, and my daily gratitude practice.

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