Why I’m Grateful for the Tragedy in My Life

I was sitting here today, having done the laundry and about to start the rest of my chores, when a thought sailed into my mind. Man, am I glad I’ve known tragedy in my life.

Now, most of you must think: “Is she out of her ever lovin’ mind? How can you be grateful for such a thing?”

We all know tragedy, to some degree. I don’t think we get out of life without knowing sorrow, angst, and pain. Maybe it doesn’t get to you until you’re in your 80s, but it’s going to get to you.

I am not saying that I’m happy I lost people I loved or that I’m grateful terrible things happened to me. I am happy that I learned from them, that they – strangely enough – made my life richer.

I will never take the love I feel for my son for granted. I will never assume that my good health is a given. I will never fail to appreciate my vision or the fact that I can walk. I will forever be grateful for my life, for breathing in and out, for seeing a sunset, for being able to cry, and to laugh. I will forever be happy about being safe or without pain.

I’m grateful, too, that what I’ve experienced in my life has helped me to understand what other people feel. If I can translate my understanding into words on a page, what a blessing that is.

9 thoughts on “Why I’m Grateful for the Tragedy in My Life”

  1. My hubby and I talked about this line of reason last week. All the tragedy of both of our lives before we met and married in ’82 led us to be together . We know we have been blessed. We have a good and happy life. We would not be where we are now without our past. If we changed even one thing – we probably would have never met. Keep your blog please Ms. Ranney – posting when ever you want … Helen in Ark.

  2. I absolutely understand without the bad you have less of an appreciation for the good or ‘normal’. Until I got shingles inside my ear (Ramsay Hint Bells Palsey), I didn’t really appreciate my clumsy yet really balanced self or being able to blink both eyes. Drinking from a glass and even more ‘difficultly’ through a straw; was an achievement up there with walking a straight line. And I was lucky. I only had one ear affected. People get shingles behind and in their eyes. It gave me an unique perspective on things.

    • Good grief, Glenda! That sounds awful. More than awful. Okay, probably silly question: can you get the shingles vaccine? Would that prevent a recurrence?

  3. Thank you !

    So happy to see something positive and hopeful. Today an author I enjoy wrote a very long very negative and political essay on Facebook. So upsetting and disappointing. To me. It was refreshing to read your gratitude note. Thank you

    • I think the reason I don’t venture into politics too deeply (even though I sometimes dip my toe in it) is because I felt the same sense of disappointment when I read one of my favorite author’s screeds about a politician I liked. As human beings we’re not going to agree on everything, but her opinion flavored my enjoyment of her books – and turned me off her as an author.

  4. When my husband gets pissed off about something I always tell him, look how lucky we are. We have food in the fridge, a warm house to live in and nowadays I have to include plenty of toilet paper. lol

    • Isn’t it funny how basic we get when we’re panicked? That was one of the questions I asked my son – honey, do you have enough TP? I swear, people are amazing, aren’t they?

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