I recently encountered some avid Fisherman by a river and am reminded of previous fishing adventures with my grandfather. The thrill of being on the lake and in the boat were a pure delight. Although my mission was not successful and I did not manage to catch a single fish, it is the sheer joy of that summer memory that lingers.
As we move into the darker months of November and creep slowly into the hustle of December, it is important to extract the moments of joy that stand out. Grief is a pebble in your pocket that is always there but as you take in some moments of pure joy it does get easier.
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