From February 2019.
Embrace Life. This is the sign that came tonight.
A day after I shared with a fellow at work who just lost his best friend to suicide that the best way I’ve found, so far, to cope positively is to cultivate the things I miss about her within myself. To take what I loved best about her and find ways to put those things out there in the world — and magnify them — through how I live my own life. So that she lives on.
Yesterday, I didn’t know where those words came from in that moment. Tonight, I wondered if she knows I’m doing that.
I wrote an original Facebook post about this Embrace nugget the day I first found it, in March 2011. I was folding laundry in the basement of our Catherine Street house one Saturday morning when I found this strangely comforting little token on the floor. I didn’t know where it came from, but I took it as a sign then, too.
I have no idea what happened to this tiny, wooden reminder after I found it in that house where, in the coming months, I would embrace life so hard that I damn near squeezed the life right out of me.
Tonight, after almost eight years, it turned up again — in the drawer of an old cabinet we purchased a few months ago. While we go in that drawer almost everyday, we have never seen it there before. We have moved three times since I originally found it in 2011. It has never shown up in any of the other places we’ve lived.
If you’re trying to tell me something, I get it.
I will. I am. Yours, and mine.