Well. I think I’ve managed to climb out from under the Christmas tornado that has taken over my house. What a week.
I’ve been busy. There was, of course, this.
And this.
And this. (More on this soon.)
And today, this.
Because quality control testing is important. And it’s midnight somewhere.
And here we are, the last day of the year. The truth is that I always get a little bluesy after Christmas is over. As much insanity, planning and chaos is involved, I do love it — and I’m sad whenever it comes to an end.
And as 2011 winds down, I’m thinking about the ups and downs of the year and how, as usual, incredibly quickly it flew by.
2011 was the year I stopped working. The year my kids turned four and two. The year we began (but did not finish!) the longest basement renovation in modern American history. The year my family vomited in multiple states up and down the east coast to mark each road trip and vacation.
But more than anything, 2011 will always be the year that I lost my dear friend Jen. And I have spent more hours than I can count since that last day of May wondering how this happened. On certain days, I still wonder if, in fact, it’s actually true that my healthy, magnetic 38 year-old friend of 27 years went to bed one night and didn’t wake up.
My mind has turned to Jen every day — multiple times a day — since she passed away. I keep her picture up on my fridge, which sounds terribly unsentimental, but it’s the highest trafficked area of my house. I’m forced to walk by it a lot. And every time, I look at her photo and wish so much that she was here. For her kids and for her husband and for her parents and brother. And for all of her friends who loved her so much.
I found myself thinking of her even more during the holidays. I played my Christmas music, baked my cookies, bought my gifts, asked for my Keurig. And wondered, every step of the way, how her family was going to get through this season without her.
I’m not the preachy type. But I’ll ask you for something as you think about the 2011 that was, and the new year around the corner. Please think about my friend Jen once in a while — even if you never knew her. Trust me, you would have loved her. Please think about her six year-old son and her four year-old twin daughters. Please think about her husband and her parents, who somehow carry on with so much dignity to be there for those kids. And please think about how quickly things can change. Because, in a million years, you never could have convinced me that we’d all live in a world without Jen’s unforgettable laughter.
You would think that I’d come out the other side of this whole thing being a better adjusted person. Not sweating the small stuff. Having better perspective. Living for the moment. All of that. The truth is, I’m working on it. And maybe 2012 will be the year I pull it off. For Jen.
In the meantime, I wish you all full champagne glasses at midnight, and a wonderful year ahead.
And if someone can take the rest of these Christmas cookies off my hands, that would be great.