Reflections At The Beach
Right after Boston, I moved my family to Charleston, SC. It was one part being recruited by a mentor; one part “life’s too short, we’re not waiting anymore.”
That has been a theme this year. I don’t allow myself to say “no” to things that are potential “no second chances.” I hug my children tighter at bedtime (and I don’t miss a chance to tuck them in — EVER — something I used to do).
We’re coming up on the year anniversary on Tuesday, and this is a week of strength.
We took the kids to the beach today (on what is normally my long-run Sunday! Thank you, taper!). It’s a beautiful, crystal-clear day here in the south. I watched my daughters walk up the dunes with their sun hats on and said my thanks to God. How could I not?
A family is without their beloved child after April 15th, and I walked away with both of my children unscathed (and myself and my husband). For weeks, I had guilt about that. I would have traded places with that little boy — Martin — a million times over. A child.
In the last year, I’ve learned that I can’t change what happened. I can learn from it, teach others and grow stronger. That’s how we survive as a culture and keep moving forward. We will always remember. We can never forget. But we must also give thanks every moment for what’s right in front of us.
— Demi Clark