The last 371 days managed to take the three beings I loved the most on this planet from me. On September 30, 2019, I lost my beloved Axel Puppy. On December 11, 2019, my favorite person ever, my Mom, passed peacefully from this life. On October 4, 2020, my Dad died, surrounded by family. And with him died a whole lot of me.
It has been one HELL of a year.
I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of partisanship. I'm tired of crying.
It's a lot.
I mean, I now have things I didn't have on Saturday. A lot of things. But they...are things. I would give them all back to laugh with my Dad, hug my Mom, pet my boy. But that's not how life works. I understand that now.
I know the cost of things now.
And I know that I will be okay. I mean, I'm not right now, and I'm not going to be for a long, long time. I'm not over the first loss I incurred in the last year plus five days, let alone the second. This one just sort of puts it all together into a nasty package for me.
So if you're reading this, then you are a person whom I love. I'm going to beg your patience. I am going through a rough time right now. I'm an only child, and I feel very "only" in this world right now. Please understand: I am surrounded by the most wonderful people. I have a terrific team, and you all are so awesome. I don't deserve you, but I am very, very grateful for you. But I am the last of this little family that my parents built together.
And I am not looking forward to a world without either of them in it.
