From My Corner: Here I Am, Still Saying “Send Me”

Happy Tuesday evening, friends.

Today was one of those calm, steady days that didn’t ask much of me — and maybe that’s exactly what I needed. No rain here in my corner of the world, just a peaceful day that flowed from morning into a cozy evening. The clouds embraced the sky and held back His raindrops, but the coolness of the wind and the crispness of the air were perfect in every sense of the word.

What was your day like? Shoot me that text or drop me a comment — it always means so much to hear from you.

Tonight, I spent time quilting with my friend Susan, and it filled my heart in the sweetest way. There’s something about stitching fabric, sharing stories, and laughing with someone who feels like home. Those simple moments settle me. They remind me of what matters.

While we were talking, Susan mentioned something that really stuck with me — the importance of checking in on our friends and loved ones a little more often, especially those who live alone. She reminded me that when someone is living by themselves, there can be an underlying fear of falling or getting hurt, and if no one is checking in regularly, something could happen… and no one would know.

Gosh, friends, I know quite a few people who live alone, and I can’t imagine getting a phone call saying someone passed and wasn’t found for several days. And then a memory came rushing back.

My incredible cousin, Dawn‑Marie, lived alone in El Paso. I used to call her weekly, but one particular week something came up and I didn’t make our usual call. I figured I’d call the next week. But that call never came. She passed away the day after I was supposed to call her. The evening before our next “scheduled” call, her sister Maggie called me: “Dawn’s gone.” She had fallen and hit her head on the bathtub. They think she passed quickly. But she wasn’t found until her housekeeper came on Saturday.

The circumstances wouldn’t have changed — the impact was fatal — but the fact that she lay there for days… that part still breaks my heart.

As we become mid‑lifers, I think we begin to realize just how close we are to the other side. Life becomes more tender. And I believe strongly that I was meant to remember Dawn-Marie tonight. I was meant to have that conversation with Susan. A reminder to check in on our neighbors and loved ones a little more often.

That realization alone would have been enough for one evening, but something else happened today — something big, something aligned with all these reminders.

When you’re on a path, a journey toward creating something meant to serve others — especially those nearing the end of their time here on earth — you start to notice the signs. The confirmations. The gentle nudges that say, “Keep going.” Tonight felt like one of those nudges.

I believe with my whole heart that my writing is meant to help others. When I started Love Life With Dawna, I told John that if my stories and life experiences helped even one person, then everything I write is worth it.

And today, the pieces of my puzzle felt like they were falling into place. Even with the obstacles — the PTSD triggers, the pain, the neuropathy that sometimes makes me drop a cup of water — I can still write. God gave me that gift. I can write late at night, early in the morning, whenever my body allows. And for that, I’m grateful.

I also had a big moment today — one that brings me closer to launching my business. I submitted something important, something that, if approved, will launch everything into full swing. And if it doesn’t come through? That’s okay too. I’ll build a little slower. Maybe that’s His plan. But I answered every question straight from my heart.

My submission was for something that helps women entrepreneurs make their dreams come true — and in my case, I’ve been dreaming for a very long time. I’ve been carrying this dream that didn’t have a name for years. Now, I’m so close to sharing it with you.

When I got home from Susan’s, I knew I needed to write. I missed writing last night because I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

After submitting my answers today, I checked my blog insights, and once again, the post that’s been doing really well is one I wrote during a season of surrender and trust — a post called “Here I am, send me.” If you’ve never read it, here it is:

👉 https://lovelifewithdawna.com/2025/10/14/here-i-am-send-me/

Seeing that title rise to the top today felt like a little nudge from above. A reminder that I’m still walking in the direction I whispered about months ago. A reminder that the prayer I prayed then is the same one I’m living now.

Today was a day of reminders — reminders of how precious life is, and how nobody should live with the fear of not being found for days. There’s so much knowledge and history in the lives of others, especially those who have walked this earth for decades. Why not take in some of that wisdom and check in on a loved one, a friend, or an elderly neighbor? It’s win‑win for all of us. We show them they are loved, and they share pieces of history — pieces that may be worth preserving.

Life is busy, but it should never be too busy to check in on a loved one or friend, especially those living alone.

Wrapping up my day, I feel even more called and inspired to continue on my path of writing. So tonight, I’m choosing to end the day with gratitude. For quilting. For friendship. For courage. For quiet steps that lead to big things. For the peace that comes when you know you’re moving in alignment with your purpose.

Wherever this path leads, I’m ready. Here I am… still saying, “send me.”

Until next time, don’t forget — Love Life++ Hugs, Dawna

May the butterflies remind you that we are all still becoming.