2012 brought us all a lot of highs and lows, but Kelly is more than ready to wish it a very fond farewell, keep reading to learn why…
Dear Year 2012,
When you first arrived, I was hopeful the 365 days you were prepared to share would be filled with goals met, happiness and days filled with complete joy. Yet, as I sit here and look back upon that first day, I am sad to realize you fell a bit short on the promises I expected and I am ready – really ready – to bid you a farewell.
This year you tested my heart in ways I never thought possible.
Why didn’t you tell me that living separately from my husband for six months would be so hard, even if it was for a better opportunity? It left me incredibly lonely and exhausted, many a night curled up in bed by 8pm crying myself to sleep. You made me wait three long months into this New Year, which felt like an eternity, for him to arrive back home. It is something neither one of us will ever do again. This we emphatically pledged to one another.
You then gave a glimmer of the hope and happiness. A much needed family vacation, a half marathon run with my husband and lazy summer days spent relaxing. But you did not mean for this last.
The thought of almost losing one of my children is a place I never want to be again. You threw me into such a state, leaving me afraid to breathe for what seemed to be forever. You created a new family dynamic I’m not quite sure is supposed to exist. We have adapted, but you have planted a seed of fear that will forever be rooted. And I just want you to know, it totally sucks and I hate it.
And the last two months have been especially hard. You took a beloved Uncle, who will be deeply missed. Two weeks later, on Thanksgiving Day, a family friend of 40 years was called to join him. A little more than a week later, you dealt a blow that hit not only our family, but our entire community by taking the lives of two fellow students and friends of our children in a horrific car accident. Two kids that have been entwined in our lives since grade school through religion classes, sleepovers, pick up football in the yard, video game battles and homeroom check-ins. Consuming sadness that is crushing.
Now, just two weeks left of your tenure, you have brought unconscionable sorrow to a small town in CT. Again, touching those known and in need of comfort.
I will confess I am a person who has been blessed with optimism. I will always see the best in everything while still acknowledging the bad…but this year? This has been a true test. And I must say, 2012, you have not been my favorite year. Where you have shown a few moments of hope, happiness and joy, I am afraid I will remember you differently. I am ready to welcome 2013, and will tell you whole heartily, it’s time for you to go- and don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
Down, but not out,
This is my 900th post!