The past fourteen days have been a complete nightmare. Fourteen days out of my life which I need to put firmly behind me. Not just the heartbreak of my two beautiful cats going missing but some huge family upheaval which has resulted in a lot of heartache. Today is the first time I have breathed easily for what seems like a very long time. I sat in the garden earlier taking stock of my life, being thankful for many things, accepting that awful things happen to people every second of every day. We do get over them, recover, heal and adjust. I looked up at the beautiful sky and instead of wondering for the umpteenth time, why me, I understood that when everything seems to be falling apart at the seams something new can emerge from the damaged fabric. Lessons are learned, we are jolted out of our complacency and we appreciate what we do have. I sat and watched my remaining furbies, thankful that I still have them to make me laugh out loud. Thankful that the family crisis at least for now has calmed down. Of course there will always be events which stretch us both mentally and physically, push us to the limits of our endurance but we can and do get through them. A little older, a little wiser, perhaps with our faith in human nature somewhat diminished but not completely destroyed. All I ask for now is a little peace to recover.