March has not been kind. Our Pitts crew is absolutely reeling following the terminal brain cancer diagnosis of my favorite father in law, our beloved and wise family patriarch. Every single thing is hard right now. Even looking forward to good things, especially looking forward to good things.

I'm incredibly grateful for the words of my gifted friend Michele Peters

“Resistance rarely looks glamorous. Sometimes it looks like getting up when your joints ache. Or showing up when headlines make you want to hide. It looks like writing even when the words are hard to find. It looks like having hard conversations without giving up on each other. It looks like voting even when you feel disillusioned. It looks like advocating for someone else’s rights even when your own feel secure. It looks like choosing not to let bitterness calcify your heart.”

I'm getting up right now even though my heart aches. I'm showing up when just the thought of watching a man I love and admire so much become hollowed out by rigorous chemotherapy and radiation treatments feels unbearable. I’m having hard conversations with my kids about the reality of how painful this loss will be, and how even though we might want to, we can't quit emotionally investing in the relationships around us, even when it feels safer for our hearts. And, even though this is his second cancer diagnosis in five years, I'm choosing not to carry bitterness towards a universe that would allow such a thing with me during whatever remaining time we have with him. I know he won't want it there.

It won't be glamorous, but I will keep walking.