Although I come from a background of abuse I draw strength from the strength of my ancestors who were able to love despite the trauma. My grandma loved me beyond measure, even though she wasn’t treated well her entire life.

Hugging my grandmother for a photo in front of her honey suckle. Both of us smiling. I remember that day fondly. This was about four months before she passed away. I have the photo in my living room.

I cheated and looked at other responses before writing mine. I would say, letting people help me, love me when I’m struggling. And, by showing myself the same compassion I show others.

True courage from you and your brother. So sorry for your loss.

Profound!