I noticed just today, as I got an alert that there was a bunch of traffic on this site . . . that I haven’t written here in awhile.
Let me explain, for those who might subscribe, or want to read, or the less likely few who might wonder “why?”
There’s a pretty simple explanation.
I haven’t really needed to write.
This isn’t some epiphany, I haven’t had a resurgence of religious fervor or fallen down a well or freaked out or anything. I’ve simply not needed to do it.
I started writing here, I’ve said before, because it was honestly helpful. Think of it as an online journal, a way to express the really good, really bad, and in-between when I needed to get all that feeling and reality out of my head so I could move forward with my day.
Most of the things I’ve written, some of it more than four years ago, came from the darkest part of my life up to this point. I was grieving. I would run at 1,000 mph with the kids, cooking, cleaning, laundering . . . and then they would go to bed.
…and all was silence.
The only thing left were the voices inside my head, the worries, the memories, the grief, and the panic. They all swirled around. When the kids wouldn’t listen; when there were bad grades; when I had to face punishments and there was no one left to back me, just me.
8:30pm through midnight were the worst hours of my life and the times I wrote, every weekday, about what went on in my household.
But as I said, a strange thing has happened. Maybe not strange, wonderful perhaps. Joyous? Loving?
This coming year, 2016, will mark a year where there has been more happiness than disappointment. Not as many screw-ups and nowhere near the panic or disappointment that were there. Tears that are shed come mostly from laughing so hard. When letters, cards, pictures or other things of my late wife appear they’re happy memories, not bad ones.
So 2016 comes and we have made plans, have been moving, thinking, and creating. College beckons for one kid, graduating college is on the horizon for the following year too. My boys are reaching out and doing more than they ever had before and doing it separately. Student Council, Academic Clubs, guitar, reading, writing, basketball . . . all my kids are doing amazing things, things that I didn’t anticipate.
Things we hadn’t done before.
The year is a new one, and it’s a blank canvas. It’s an empty page awaiting the first grey and silver smudge from the pencil as it hits the paper. It’s waiting for us to tell the story . . . and it will get told.
But it doesn’t always get told for all to see.
As much as I wrote it was never everything that happened in our home, that would be impossible, impractical, and self-aggrandizing.
No . . . this last year has seen something extraordinary. It saw us all becoming the people and family we are today. It saw us being influenced by the past but not living within the past.
A new year holds so much promise . . . we just have to live up to that.
After the last year? We might just be able to do it, too.