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One week ago today I came here to share with you the single worst thing to ever happen to me. I'm amazed at how long a week can actually be. I'm amazed at how many emotions you can go through in a week's time. I'm amazed at how blessed I am. Really, truly.

My mothers death was unimaginable. Each day brought with it more trauma, most of which I just don't have the energy to share with you right now. It was day after day of despair. Then something happened. Somehow in the midst of all that despair, hope and joy began to grow. We heard from friends and family we have not spoken to in years. This horrible act brought people back together, reinforced bonds that seem stronger than ever and gave everyone a renewed sense of how important we are to each other.

At the beginning of this year when I wrote about Choosing Joy, I could not have imagined how that idea would be challenged. But here I am today, living proof that it can be done. Don't get me wrong, I have difficult moments and I will be forever changed, not just by my mom's passing, but by the way she passed, but I am choosing to use the experience as a positive influence on my life. We are not guaranteed a tomorrow. I hope you will join with me in making the most of this day.

I would like to take a moment to thank every person that left a comment, said a prayer, called, shared our story, brought us a meal, came to honor Mom at her Memorial, sent us a card, email, flowers or good thoughts. You all were my lifeline during this time.