There has been a near constant litany of well-wishers assuming I am happy to see 2011 end. Although excited about the opportunities 2012 may afford, I am experiencing an overall sense of apprehension about saying farewell to 2011. The coming year is one step further away from Darryl. In 2011, albeit ill, Darryl and his sharp wit were with us, my bed was warm, our house filled with laughter and my heart full. Saying goodbye to 2011 almost feels like saying goodbye to Darryl all over. Maybe the trepidation I feel is guilt that I didn't hold his hand as he left the confines of a body that failed him. Perhaps it is fear that my memories will not be as clear tomorrow as they are today. Or maybe it is the fact that as much as I try and manage every situation, somethings are simply out of my control. The reason or reasons are an ever evolving enigmatic mess that once I'm close to understanding morph into something else entirely.
I am a Leo...and as such have always had a tremendous strength of purpose. Goals are set and visualized. Steps necessary to achieve what I want are put in place. I'm in constant competition with failure and I like to win. It's incredibly vexing that my friends come to me for advice, yet I can't seem to help myself. It's not that I have to have an ordered world...all one needs to do is look in my closets or cupboards for proof of that. If left to my own devices, I would over analyze why I seem to need a study guide to understand how after months of doing so well, a date change can affect me so adversely. Luckily, my friends know me and my obsessive nature. They remind me that the why or how doesn't matter because it is out of my hands. Time moves forward and if you live in the past, you will certainly miss the future. Darryl wouldn't want Declan or me to be life spectators. He'd want us to be life participants. I don't want to have an epiphany in a few years only to regretfully realize I stopped living while trying to solve something that I was powerless over in the first place.
Thank you my dear, loving friends. You've stopped me from digging a despair filled hole. You've put me back on the road of living for today and planning for tomorrow. You've reminded me that while some memories may fade, new ones need to be made. You've taught me not to fear the dawn but welcome it for the wonders it may hold. My friends, my champions, my lifelines...you honour me with your presence in my life. One of the best gifts to receive is true friendship. If measurable in gold, how truly rich I would be.
I am a Leo...and as such have always had a tremendous strength of purpose. Goals are set and visualized. Steps necessary to achieve what I want are put in place. I'm in constant competition with failure and I like to win. It's incredibly vexing that my friends come to me for advice, yet I can't seem to help myself. It's not that I have to have an ordered world...all one needs to do is look in my closets or cupboards for proof of that. If left to my own devices, I would over analyze why I seem to need a study guide to understand how after months of doing so well, a date change can affect me so adversely. Luckily, my friends know me and my obsessive nature. They remind me that the why or how doesn't matter because it is out of my hands. Time moves forward and if you live in the past, you will certainly miss the future. Darryl wouldn't want Declan or me to be life spectators. He'd want us to be life participants. I don't want to have an epiphany in a few years only to regretfully realize I stopped living while trying to solve something that I was powerless over in the first place.
Thank you my dear, loving friends. You've stopped me from digging a despair filled hole. You've put me back on the road of living for today and planning for tomorrow. You've reminded me that while some memories may fade, new ones need to be made. You've taught me not to fear the dawn but welcome it for the wonders it may hold. My friends, my champions, my lifelines...you honour me with your presence in my life. One of the best gifts to receive is true friendship. If measurable in gold, how truly rich I would be.





