I recently found this note in my email drafts folder. I had written it 17 days after we had found the initial mass in Kateri’s brain…. that was one year ago today.
I am starting 2018 with a wife who I love more than I did in 2017…or ’16…or… (which I didn’t think could happen), a beautifully drafty little red schoolhouse nestled in the hills of Vermont that I share as a home with my wife, my friends…my family, and with hope for a bright, fun, fully lived life time to come. The last chunk of 2017 has provided me with perspectives on life that I didn’t expect, don’t want, and don’t wish upon anyone else, but this is…what it’s about… life. In the past four months I have felt that absolutely crushing emotion when you realize that life isn’t fair. In the past two weeks I have felt that stomach wrenching emotion everyday at some point, whether it be for a minute… or ten… or more. In those two weeks, I have also witnessed, heard about, and felt the love and support from friends and family that is quite simply put… overwhelming. Life. This is our life and it is filled with compassionate, artistic, respectable, honest, hard working, sometimes hard headed, but always hard loving people. Perspective. Knowing what kind
of life you live and how the past got you there. Knowing what is important. Being a part of “The Good” in the world. I have hope, because I know what it feels like when “The Good” in the world reaches out and replaces that bottomless pit of despair feeling with the memories of good times and laughter, with plans for the future, with food, art, jewelry, games of Uno, snowshoe trails, music, and more. I have hope because I have you in my life… and you… and you… and you. Soooo, thanks.
Thirty Days of Mo(u)rning 