To say the last few months, nay, six months, have been harrowing, would be putting it mildly. From my dad being in and out (mostly in) the hospital for a couple of months, enduring four surgeries (to which he is still recuperating,) to finding out that my company will be down-sizing 900 employees from our New Jersey campus (1500+ total from all sites) within the next two years and then my most precious, most sweet, most funny and most endearing Uncle Joey losing his battle with cancer one month and one day ago. Cancer... I hate the word, but what it brings even more.
I have done no writing on the personal front. I do still have a job, even if only until the end of this year, and I am taking two college courses at night. My calender is full while my heart feels empty. This is a grief I can't remember ever feeling and I'm still learning how to deal with it. Everything coupled together equals no writing for personal gratification. I won't be able to finish this round of ROW80 but am hoping to jump into round two (April 4th) but more than likely it will be round 3 (July 4th) because finals are in May. Maybe I'll just start my round two late. We'll see.
I'm taking Introduction to Shakespeare and Sociology: Minority Groups. I am in love with Shakespeare. And it could be due to my tender heart at this time, but his writing pulls so much emotion from me. He was brilliant. but HARD! but WORTH every frustrated sigh, every, "I am not smart of to read this!" and "What have I gotten myself into?!" and "Oh, I give up!"
Apologies for dropping offline right in the middle of ROW80. I hope all of you are kicking butt.
To my Uncle Joey, whom you would have loved instantly had you met him, simply put - I miss you.
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| Shopping in the Halloween section last year. |
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| Atlantic City |
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| Just being handsome. |
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| My parents and Uncle Joey in AC. |
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| Trying to help me dig my car out of the snow last year. Oh, how he hated snow! |
God Bless and Keep You! You are always in our thoughts and forever in our hearts. Nothing and no one can fill the giant hole your leaving has created.
