Wow. How things change in 6 months, or a year.
One year ago, my daughter's wedding was quickly approaching (June 18). There was a lot going on in my life then, no doubt, but the happenings were small beans compared to life a year later.
Since then, my dad's cancer has required hospice to step in. My baby left for college in August. Our niece and her two newborns moved into our home on Thanksgiving Day, and this week? Well, I lost my job, sort of.
Brother, can you spare some Status Quo? Some Serenity, Christopher Cross?
It hasn't all been bad, though. I still have Mom and Dad. My son is now engaged. My college daughter is happy with her school and friends. The married daughter has a new job that is more like a career than a job. The babies are the light of my life. Although my carpet will never be the same. I wish I had purchased one the color of ABP baby formula (Already Been Processed). Ew, I know.
Maybe I'll have more time to blog. I had just about given up on it, but I will certainly have more time now. And although I've lost readers and doubted its relevancy to anyone, when I have occasionally looked back at a post for some reason, I'm touched by the details I've long forgotten and realize that someday, the posts will interest somebody, somewhere; I'm kind of hoping it will be a grandchild.
So Laylah, Josiah, or Grandchildren, I'm going to keep at it. I'm going to record the mundane and the humorous, the sad, the happy. And in the process, I think it will help me adjust to changes. I'm capturing moments that photos miss.
So today, I'm thinking of David Bowie's "Changes:"
Turn and face the strange
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I can't trace time? Maybe not, maybe so. I can someday trace my steps back through these posts and see life again, see the details I've forgotten. I think that is worth the effort of blogging again.