I’ve been wrestling with an acute sense of loss over the last couple of weeks. November 18th marked the one-year anniversary of the death of my sister, Erin. That day also marked the three-year anniversary of the death of my stepfather, Byron. That those two passings should share a date is less coincidental than I’d like, but we will never know just how linked they are. As I write this it is Wednesday, the 25th, and this would have been my sister’s 46th birthday. It’s not an easy time for my family and it’s not easy for me to discuss, with them, or anyone else.
Perhaps it’s fitting that tomorrow is Thanksgiving as it asks me to consider the good in my life. I have much to celebrate.
My boys are healthy, and there’s rarely a day that goes by when I don’t take a look at The Deuce and consider just how close we were to never knowing this kid. Honestly, that’s plenty.
The fact that I now called Santa Rosa home is huge. It’s something my wife and I wanted for four years before we were able to make the move. That it took that long was due to the unavoidable reality that we couldn’t make the move until she found a job up here. Within that are two things I’m most grateful for this year. My wife found a job she loves and it has given her a sense of fulfillment that she previously had only enjoyed as a parent. Now she has it on two fronts. The other point is that our move to Santa Rosa owes entirely to her persistence. She interviewed more than a dozen times, was turned down more than a dozen times. Each time she was passed over hurt, hurt enough for me to see, hurt more than an extra glass of Chardonnay could soothe, but she endured. I don’t know that I could have done what she did. So, this year, I can say I’m grateful to my wife, yet again, and need to celebrate her determination tomorrow.
Thanks for reading, and let us know for what you’re thankful.