When I first got back, I saw pieces to pick up and people to lift up. As always though, life picks itself up. Instead of breaking up, a couple weathered their first serious trial. Instead of being confined by mental disorder and anxiety issues, people are focusing on recovery and growth. Empty bottles are traded out for friends, self-hate stamped down with words of appreciation and support. It’s ironic how in a matter of days, things that had brought worlds crumbling down have become so ineffectual. It might be the strength of the human soul; it might be the funny way life works.
And while dad has been delayed in Korea since he forgot his green card, even that has worked out for the better. He’s been able to refresh himself before the new job and reunite with family he hasn’t seen in over ten years. In a way, these first two weeks give me hope that Isaac entering the Marines isn’t much to worry about either. So today is just a day to be thankful for how everything has found its place – for Sarah, Don, Celia, Angela, Andrew, Matt, Bailey, Zach, and dad.