Here's Part II of this week's post series: How Do You Measure a Year?
Yesterday, I wrote about how I'd measure 2012 by the children's growth. And, my, have they grown!
Today, I'm switching gears a bit and focusing on the harrowing experiences that disturbed my life last year.
As difficult as it was to do so, I wrote this post so others can know they are not alone. Also, it's impossible to measure a year in the life without remembering the bad along with the good.
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The day of my grandmother's stroke significantly changed my life--I now spend some nights a week with her to provide her with company, to hear her stories of her life in Puerto Rico and the Lower East Side and to eat all the avena she makes me. It is sad that Abuela's stroke had to remind me to spend more time with her, but I am grateful for all of the memories my son and I are now creating with her.
Unfortunately, the reminders to consistently appreciate my loved ones didn't end there. In June, my friend tragically passed away in a biking accident. I haven't written about it in depth because it's still hard for me to comprehend that my young friend, so full of beauty and compassion, is actually gone.
Yet again, I was thrown back to the days after 9/11/01, which were filled with anger and despair.
I began to question even more the meaning of life when it is full of so much heartache, when such horrendous events can happen in our world and we feel powerless to protect ourselves.
Still, the horrible news didn't end: many beautiful children and adults lost their lives at Sandy Hook Elementary School, forcing parents and non-parents alike to cover their mouths in terror.
2012 has been hard. It hurts to know that people I love and others' loved ones have passed and will pass. With every season that comes and goes, every day, every holiday, I mourn the fact that our loved ones are not with us to celebrate another year of life, of strife, of growth and adventure.
At the same time, I must encourage myself to remember that my life was made better by the people who were in it and by the people who still are. Every time a reminder of the imminence of death invades my life, I feel a greater sense of urgency to show my family and friends just how much I appreciate them and the time I have with them.
Life is meant for living, and we must live it fully with our loved ones. My goal for 2013 is to do just that--to fill this year with seasons of love.
- Personal Goals Reached
- Words Spoken
- Fun Still Found Us