Life is fragile, life is brief, our stay is unpredictable....
You see, I met Jerry nineteen years ago tonight... New Year's Eve 1998. Little did I know then that he would become my life partner, that we would have 18 beautiful years together, or that one day -- 9/9/17, to be precise – I would be holding his hands as his sweet, loving heart would beat for the final time.
Until that last day of 1998, I had always found New Year's Eve to be a sad holiday, not a reason to celebrate. It was like, here we go, another year shot to hell. But after that it became an anniversary – the beginning of our life together – and something worth celebrating.
Now here I am at New Year's Eve 2017 and feel some awkward relief that this dreadful year of 2017, a year of illness and death and heartbreak, will be nevermore. The saga of the year 2018 isn't written yet, but I feel compelled to have hope in my heart that not all future years will be as dark, for me at least, as this one has been.
Life is fragile, life is brief, our stay is unpredictable.... As the New Year begins, hug everyone you love. Hug everyone you even like. None of this is forever, but pieces of the temporary can be so beautiful.
Happy New Year.
On a lighter note: One of my old blog posts, remembering what happened on the first "anniversary" that Jerry and I had, 12/31/99, Y2K Eve -- a story that only could have happened to Jerry --
and a follow-up --