Word for the New Year: HOPE
I wrote a similar post last year. I don’t remember the word I chose for this year but in retrospect, it should have been sorrow. We had the most difficult year of our lives. Losing homes? Going bankrupt? Moving countries or counties? Falling off with family or friends? Nothing, nothing, nothing compares with the pain of losing a child. It is gut-wretching. It is soul destroying. It is heart numbing. It is not natural. How can it be? A new baby equals new beginnings. Life at its best. How can our minds reconcile the idea of a new baby with cancer? Old people die of cancer. People who abuse substances die of cancer. People who don’t watch their diets and who eat crap die of cancer. Not five month old babies. Not sweet, innocent beings whose sole desire is to be with their mamas. Whose souls radiate joy and peace and everything that is good and perfect about life. Only, it has happened. To us. Normal and the most ordinary of families. The sorrow we …