To the past and the future
Curves in the road of life
2015 was the year I lost my job. The job I knew I would have to leave within six months because of health, but still.. a shock. Things started changing in ways I wouldn’t see until the year was past.
2016 was the year of death. Too much of my family gone in just one year. Too much of our country’s spirit killed electing a man who can’t seem to put the country in front of his own greed.
2017 was the year of change. From day one to day 365, nothing stayed the same except for who I was married to. From insurance issues to health issues and on to a hit right at the end that nearly did us in.
2018 was supposed to be the year of new beginnings. Instead it became the year of disappointments. A new apartment. A new job for B. Disability for me. The hopes for all of this helped me see the world in a new light. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way. The new apartment is nice, but it seems to be all I see. B’s new job is ok — other than the 2–4 hour commute every day. The disability? That’s on hold. The notification of that hold sent me spiraling. Which brings us to…
2019 is the year of waiting. For a disability decision that won’t come until 2020. For a better work situation for Bruce. For our country to move back to itself. Maybe, there will be things to look forward to again after this year.
Resistance, disarray, pain. Through it all, I have done my best to write. To smile. To keep moving. Somedays are harder than others. Somedays the pit opens beneath me. Other days, the sun shines.
There have been good times in these years.
Our goddaughter graduated college and is now an official PhD candidate. So proud of her — she represents the future of our world.
Our son and family move to Spokane. Further away in distance, but closer in our hearts. So proud of him for getting through all these years have thrown his way. He is a great dad. He and his other half are raising two wonderful boys. Together.
A good friend, a niece of our heart, got married. She was a beautiful bride. She is a wonderful woman. She makes a difference every day.
There will be good to come too. My sister and her husband celebrate 25 years of marriage. Hubby and I celebrate 35, as do our best friends.
New friends, new faces, new talents will appear. Lives will continue to change. Stories will be told. Poems will be shared. Memories will be made.
Here’s to the end of 2018 and the beginning of 2019. May we all find ways to support each other. May the light shine on us all. May we find love — for ourselves, for our neighbors, for our world. May we find a way to wait out the long night and find a new dawn.
