Surviving to Thriving
It has been two months since Zach passed, and Silas and I are still finding our new normal. Feelings of loneliness have crept in and out of my life, depending on what happened that day.
My life was so deeply ingrained in Zach’s care that finding myself again is my focus. I was talking with someone back in Connecticut and mentioned, “We lived a lot in two years.” He responded, “I know you went on many trips, but were YOU really living?”
That question has tumbled around in my brain, and although I lived through the most traumatic two years of my life, I was surviving those two years, not living.
Those two years broke my heart into a million pieces. As my heart continues to heal, those scars of healing will still be there, but instead of seeing the trauma, I hope to see them soldered together like stained glass. There is beauty in healing and acceptance. Zach didn’t want me to survive. He wanted me to thrive.
As I move forward, I am finding a gym after too many years of not working out, ballroom dancing lessons, volunteering, and being a part of a young widows group.
I look forward to seeing many of you at Zach’s Connecticut Memorial Service on Mar 19, 2025, starting at 5 pm. If you plan on attending, RSVP via the EVITE so I can ensure enough food is available.
~Amber
Trevor Hoffman HOF happily singing autographs at the Padres Spring Training last weekend.
All smiles for these two Padres fans.