I have been an island in the Caribbean for a year-long hurricane season. I got pummeled by grandest and saddest that life offers. Here are some of the storms and bright spots that have passed me in the last calendar year:
November 21: 10 a.m., 6 days before Thanksgiving, and 6 months pregnant, I was fired from a job I'd held with pride for five years.
December 6: 2:21 a.m., my wonderful roommate from my twenty-somethings was killed by a drunk driver.
January 17: 10 a.m., started a new, fairly stressful job working for my father-in-law in an industry I knew nothing about, and was not very interested in.
February 26: 12 p.m., my niece, Mikayla, was born.
March 4: 4:41 a.m., my beautiful son Marcus was born.
April 1: 12:30 p.m., Marcus almost died, and was admitted to the Pediatric ICU and diagnosed with SVT.
...the calm...
September 4: 9 a.m., Marcus was taken to Community Memorial Hospital with blood sugar level of 8 (normal range is 80-140), almost died, and was admitted for a 2 day hospital stay.
October 26: Alexandria turned 3, and Dave turned 39, so we went to Disneyland.
November 12: 10 a.m., met with former employer, attorneys present.
Each day that passes gets me closer to being one year away. Does that make any sense? Whatever. Fortunately, I get to take the good stuff (kids and Disneyland (season pass, y'all!)) with me, while much of it will remain in the memory of my past. So with a few photos, a couple of blog entries, and a new thicker skin, I'm accepting the last 365 days as one long, drawn out learning experience. The storm is past and I'm moving on.
Man, I feel good right now. (don't jinx it...)
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