Mona Krueger

We are so much more than our scars…

Scars that aren’t going away… hard to accept their permanence…

No point in clinging to the old… gone… Let the mourning begin…

Morphing into a new normal takes time… the slow acceptance…

but so worth the struggle. I will not be defined by my scars, but by my contribution…

by my character…

by my heart…

Myself, who I was, the childhood dreams every kid has…
All shattered…
To embrace a new normal, some good from tragedy
Fraught with unknowns and steps of faith…
Venturing into faraway places that challenged and fed my soul,
My need to make sense of it all, give back, clarify the good…
Seek a path that had meaning…
A path that mattered…

that a heart may be in pain

that a kind word only scratches the surface

that doing the next thing may bring joy

that life has layers and each breath is a gift

that I see you – that I care about you…

If i could only capture the poignant moments of talking with new survivors.
The joy of being alive… the perspective gained…
Appreciating those dearest to them in a completely new way…
It makes me pause and reflect and express my own thankfulness…
At such a time as this… a gleaning of truth that each breath is a gift…
Each flower – each sunrise – hope around every curve in the road ahead.