A new year gives me time to reflect on the one that passed.
I had a year without much fanfare, I spent a great deal of time with myself as I’m
my best friend. I added hundreds of pieces I had written most to be discarded
in a blog with few readers. I published another book that I wrote as my legacy
for my children and generations to come. I dated a lady for about three weeks,
took that long to see the psycho tattoo. I painted a whole bunch of houses and
kept myself busy doing the things that warm my heart. I attended numerous
school functions as well as sporting activities for my grandchildren. I ate
many Sunday dinners with family and offered my shoulder when needed. I thought
a lot about being a father and grandfather and how trying to set by example can
sometimes backfire.
I had many long-distance
phone calls to my mom who at eighty-six resides in a nursing home. We would
talk for hours remembering the old times when we were all together. She would
sometimes seem happy and other times a bit lost, but she always ended our
conversations telling me I was her favorite son and she loved me from afar. (I
am the only son) I had some health scares last year but all in all, I'm still
able to outwork most half my age. Even though I pay for it dearly. I have stock
in Advil.
Like most people,
I have probably forgotten more than I remember about 2018, but I know I lived
it to the best of my abilities. I am ringing in 2019 with an open heart and
mind and the hope that it brings only happiness and peace to all those I know,
love, and care for. Happy New year to everybody!
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