“Good fences make good neighbors.” Isn’t that the saying?! Think of a fence, they come in all shapes and sizes, but they ultimately give protection. Would a white picket fence be chosen to surround a prison? Probably not, but both fences are made for protection. Protect
The care and unfortunately death of my Mom after 13 months of battling cancer caused me to evaluate my fences, but in reality, the fences I chose to protect myself, not bury myself in grief, but rather my new found outlook on the world just on the other side of my fence.
The heartache losing my Mom caused me, deep down emotional and literal ache until I was sick tore my fences down. The strength that I gained in rebuilding, I wish I was weak and hired a contractor! The strength of knowing what deep, burning heartache is, the realization that the person who brought me into the world was gone so unexpectedly caused me to evaluate the structure of my fences. My Mom, my person was gone and I realized at age 30, I probably would be alive longer than I knew my Mom, and at that moment, I got it, I got the legacy, memories, love, character lived on in me and I cherished that she was on this Earth for a reason and God had taken her because she fulfilled the purpose he intended.
My fences became firmer in their foundation and lovelier in their sight because they were precious, life is and boundless on the other side.