There’s no nice way to express my feelings about the year that is about to pass into history … so I’ll just say: Good fu**ing riddance!
The year that is ending brought about shocking and dismaying news to my bride and it came the day after Christmas. She entered a hospital emergency room and we all learned that she was infected with a tumor in her brain.
A surgeon removed most of it the next day. Now the wait begins for the pathologist to tell us the precise nature of the enemy with which we are about to do battle.
With that we “welcomed” the new year quietly, somberly, but with massive amounts of hope for a full recovery.
Our family is standing with her, along with friends all over the country.
I’ve told you already about my bride’s immense strength and her resolve to do whatever it takes to whip what the doctor took out of her. I remain supremely confident in the spirit she harbors.
As for the new year … well, that’s a moving target.
The old year will go out with a clank. We damn sure aren’t going to swill adult beverages and act stupidly. I intend to do some reflecting and praying for the best possible outcome at the end of this fight.
I am learning quite a bit about myself as we commence this next leg on our life’s journey. I’ll keep my discovery to myself for the moment, but just know that these bumps one encounters do produce plenty of learning material for the soul.
So, the journey continues into the new year. I am confident that 2023 will end much more happily than the ending that 2022 delivered to us.
You know where you are supposed to be.