Oh look. I still have a blog.
Three posts in two years. That is pretty poor output, I must say.
I have been great and depressed and all things in between. I have had neat things happen and lousy things happen and days when not much happened at all. I have been addicted to the rabbit hole that is Facebook for too long and I have been too busy to think.
Currently the lousy thing that is happening is taking all my time, but I think writing might help me through, so here I am.
My dad is dying of lung cancer.
It is 7:38 AM, and I have not yet showered or eaten but I have been sitting in the dark, waiting for the light to rise and drinking coffee and thinking for about an hour and this will not be a long post because I want to see my dad before I go to work at 10.
I am cycling through Elizabeth Kubler-Ross's 5 stages of grief at about 10 minutes each, in random orders, which is good, because the anger is kind of exhausting, but the acceptance stage sometimes comes with the ability to laugh.
I'm going to try to alternate posts about dad and sadness with posts about other stuff and hopefully happiness. It would be easy to get mired in the grief, and I think I will need to force myself to remember good things.
When I was quite young, maybe even in my teens, something crappy was happening. Not this crappy, mind you, but crappy enough. and I remember thinking I just wanted everything to be the way it was before. And I suddenly realized that it was never going to be the same again. And that that would be true no matter what.
Nothing is ever going to be the same again. But the sun is coming up. And despite the return of the cold, it looks like it might be a bright, sunny day.