I just answered a comment on my previous blog from somebody who said that reading my blogs brightened her/his day. That really means a lot to me. I know I write about some really deep, sad stuff, and about the dark side of love, which is loss. But what I’m trying to get across is the fact that this really makes love all the more precious, because when you enter into it you are paying the price of that possibility of love. And if you are willing to pay such a high price for something, it must be really and truly valuable, right?
You know, it goes back to that same question I’ve been asked so many times — if I had known what was going to happen to Michaela, would I have chosen to have her or not? In order to spare her the suffering she had to endure, I might not have. But for myself, I’ve just got to say that the love and joy she brought to my life was worth any price. You know what Garth Brooks says: