Insomnia

Crossing time zones really messes with your body clock. Sleep cycles come and go when you fly far away so it was a quiet Thursday morning and I found myself with a moment to just "think". Times like that I usually have a thought or two about my nephew Jim. I miss him, but I handle it differently. I try to think about how he IS, more than how he WAS. Putting it like that let's me be able to focus on the good that he brought and not the grief of missing him so much. I had hung up with his Mom from Paris. She was getting ready to go to bed and we were talking about Jim. Afterwards I pulled the curtains back and saw the most beautiful sunrise over the streets of Paris. I try to always remember that even in the deepest and darkest days, the sun IS shining down somewhere.