I got a letter in the mail the other day stating that my divorce hearing will take place on June 12. This November would have been our tenth wedding anniversary. I have only begun to heal from the dissolution of a relationship that spanned my twenties. That, of course, yielded my son.

My divorce is simple. It will be over in five minutes, my lawyer tells me.

As the date grows closer, I find myself approaching a place of acceptance. There is truly no other choice, although the mind comes up with so many diversions, doesn’t it? I am not looking forward to this day in court, although the closure is necessary, emotionally as much as legally.

Once the raw grief, rage, and pain of these days burns away (and I know it will) I would like to find a way to appreciate it all. I would like someday to look back on even the darkest times as a blessing. Perhaps the painful moments are the most extraordinary blessings of all. Light shines through the cracks that are made when things break.