I can’t believe my last post was THREE years ago. Guess I was really ready for a break, right?
It’s hard to drag yourself back…
Three years ago, my world was bright. Oh sure, I was concerned about my country and its current path, about the planet and how humans would handle the coming changes, and other generally dark things like that. If you read back in the posts, you’ll see many of those ideas discussed and lamented. But personally, I was doing fine. Life was normal.
Two years ago, my world fell apart, with a personal tragedy throwing me down and out, then sitting on me like an 800 pound gorilla. I will never be the person I was before that. But that’s okay. To go back to being the same would be to not care. To stop feeling. To stop loving. I don’t want that, not at all. So grief is forever a part of me, just as love is.
My grandson, Francisco.
March 15, 1995 – May 13, 2019
“No on is finally dead until the ripples they caused in the world die away… The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.”
National Suicide Prevention Hotline:
One year ago… one year ago, Covid-19 hit all of us. We are just beginning to think there might really be a way out, a way back to normal. I certainly hope this is true. The next few months will tell. Get vaccinated!
As for the country: we came very close to destroying it and there’s no guarantee that won’t still happen. I am trying to be optimistic and not really succeeding. This will probably be the topic of most posts going forward, because what’s happening in our country is IMPORTANT. We the people need to sit down and have some serious discussions with each other about how we’re going to fix it.
Please, stick with me. Contribute your thoughts. Be helpful.
3 thoughts on “Starting Again”
Wish I had some words of wisdom. Glad you are back to blogging and look forward to your posts.
Thank you, Margie. We’ll see how this goes.
So glad you’re back! I missed you.
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