Loss has come to signify the last four plus years for me. Even so, there was really only one tragic, terrible loss, and that was when my dog was killed. The others were sort of life-on-life’s terms stuff, or they were actually happy losses, and in losing those dependent kids to functioning independence.
A house I love, owned with someone I love – and a longer and better relationship than I’ve ever been in or thought possible.
A meeting I love.
A son almost there.
A mother retired.
An independent daughter.
More time, more experience, more and new appreciation for a job I love.
A very special dog and more time with the other critters.
New and special friends.
All these things (and more) are wonderful, and they’re real, and they’re here, and they’re mine for today. Job, relationship, kids, animals, friends, sobriety – these pretty much define my days and, directed by a higher power, they are good.
And, approaching the first anniversary of this blog, I think my story has all been told.