I left Stanford University Hospital in the early evening the day my husband died. As I walked across the grounds surrounded by my children, I could see Hoover Bell Tower in the distance, the bells were ringing. I was numb and in a fog. I remember thinking, I was born in this area, I grew up here, I graduated from Menlo Atherton High School. My husband had asked me to marry him close to this tower. Now I was alone, starting over again.
The Bell Tower became my symbol for New Beginnings. I had no idea where my new journey was going to take me, just that I get to trust that I am powerful enough to deal with whatever life gives me, even this.
Each day is a new beginning for each of us. Each day is a new opportunity to experience hope in the future without forgetting our past. What will you choose?