This quote by an unknown author was painted on the wall at the radiation therapy office where mom and dad had their radiation treatments. Mom always liked this saying, but could never remember it when she was going to tell someone about it. One day, while waiting for her appointment, she decided to write it down so that she could look at it when she needed.
I suppose there is truth to this, but I actually think you don’t realize the measure of strength you have when being strong is the only choice. I think that realization comes later when you can reflect on just how strong you really were. Doesn’t detract from the intent of the quote though.
Right now it takes all the strength I can muster, just to get up and face the day. To face the reminders of a life I once knew. To face the reality of never holding a conversation with my mother again. I was telling a friend yesterday, during a particularly rough moment, that it has been a month since I last talked to my mother. That I have never gone a month without talking to her since I the time I could talk. Such a strange concept. An awfully painful heartbreaking one as well.