Over the course of our almost 5 year marriage, the thought of losing my husband devastated me. Even with him sitting beside me, thinking that I could possibly lose him brought me to tears. The mere thought of having to live life without him, having to raise our son without him, having to move forward with him, truly saddened me. The thought was on my mind many times over our marriage because of my husband’s stage four cancer diagnoses. He endured his pain and treatments with the most positive attitude and looked at the constant though of death with a bravery I thought I could never attain.
So when I did lose him, I didn’t end up falling to a million pieces like I thought I would, nor did my heart stop beating when his did. Instead, I started with just getting out of bed and facing a whole new life without him. And then I committed myself to keeping his inspirational spirit alive, if not only for our son, but for everyone who knew him. And then I started to plan a life for our son and I without him. I began to realize that maybe I too possessed the bravery I envied so much out of my husband.
Bravery is something we think about in heroes who face immense danger to rescue the helpless or is something that only those who face impossible obstacles may possess. The reality is that bravery truly lives within us all. Every time you get yourself out of bed, no matter how painful the heartache is, you are brave. Every time you look in the mirror, despite the flaws you may see, you are brave. And no matter how difficult it feels to move forward, but you do it anyway, you are brave.
Guest Post by Kaela Beach