This year, I've found time on the computer is taken for granted. You see, my poor old Mac was dying. I didn't want to accept it. I couldn't really work on it. The most I could do was add my pictures from my camera and then transfer them to the phone. So I haven't posted like I should. I haven't checked the website submissions like I should. I was out exploring Boston thru half of this year.
Then I came to Georgia, and my life changed completely.
Two weeks after I started my newest assignment in southwest Georgia, my family found out that my dad had lung cancer. Stage 4, already spread past his lymph nodes and into this bones. It was his bone cancer metastasis that was causing the pain that sent him to the Emergency Room, it was his bone cancer that was killing him. I took my family for granted. I took having them with me on this planet for granted. My dad opted to go home with hospice care and have a quality of life instead of being sick from multiple chemo rounds. One was enough for him.
Ten weeks later, on November 22, my dad passed. This year I can no longer take for granted that holidays will be happy, because they will not. It will be the first one without my dad. Who was my rock. Whose personality I mostly inherited. My silly dad won't be here to say "Whoo wee, let's get amongst this turkey!" at Christmas. He wasn't here for his birthday on December 7. He won't be here for my birthday in January, nor his and mom's wedding anniversary.
This season will be a season of letting go, and realizing just how much I take for granted.