Death anniversaries bring up memories of how when we pass from this world we might leave behind a gift. Dad's last words to me were, "Everything's gonna be alright." They are my mantra that calms and soothes when I'm afraid and worried, reassuring me that no matter what happens I will be okay. He believed in me and I can believe in myself. We all need faith, trust, or belief that we will weather the storms of life and find eternal peace. What is your mantra?
What happens to me is not of me. What I choose to keep becomes me.