Sunday, April 22, 2018

5 Years.

Its been five years this month of living without the senses of smell and taste. I wish I could taste this vanilla ice cream and stop and actually smell the flowers. I don’t talk about my accident and the effects often, but not a day goes by I don’t think about it. I’m not writing this for sympathy, but because I’ve come to know even during the hardest of times and when silent sadness wants to overtake you. . . there is strength available beyond your own. God is real and listens to prayers. The spring flowers this time of year are no longer reminders of a lack of smell and my traumatic brain injury. . . But when I stop and look at flowers I’m reminded of the color and beauty in life. Flowers this year are teaching me to open up, bloom and share goodness. Life is pretty sweet.

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