Welcome, 2012...
My dear boy,
I've barely written to you for a long time now. I took some advice for someone who meant to help me, and I don't think it was the right thing to do. I'm kind of ashamed of myself. I want to to write regularly again, to write not just for you--so that I can record your history--but for myself as well, so I can remind myself what a blessing I have in the form of you, and in the form of your sister, my beloved baby girl June.
This past year might have been the worst year ever for our little family. The most major event was without doubt the death of my mother, your yia-yia. My poor mother had been in a steady health decline for years and ignored repeated entreaties from those around her to seek some help. Finally, almost exactly a year ago, she went to the hospital and never returned home. She suffered brutally, both mentally and physically for eight months, then died this past July 29. You and your sister made me so proud at her memorial. You both were wonderful and mature and the embodiment of loving little grandchildren.
That was the biggest thing, but there was also an earthquake, a hurricane, and a freak ice storm around Halloween that left nearly the entire state without power for close to a week. It was a stressful time for us, my little friend, and did I mention my two-months and counting struggle with bronchitis and your bout of pneumonia?
Today I went to the gym and did some cardio. When I came back we went to a park for a while, then we went to the raptor trust, where we saw some cool birds. We came home, had dinner, played some Wii, had a bath, then went to bed. You've got this front tooth that's hanging by a thread for two days now. Hope it comes out soon. Tomorrow June goes back to school, but you go the next day. We set you guys up with humidifiers this year, so we'll see how that works out. Sometimes you get so dry and stuffy your lips crack like desert hardpan.
I feel good writing to you again, Nick. I missed doing it a lot.
Love,
Dad
I've barely written to you for a long time now. I took some advice for someone who meant to help me, and I don't think it was the right thing to do. I'm kind of ashamed of myself. I want to to write regularly again, to write not just for you--so that I can record your history--but for myself as well, so I can remind myself what a blessing I have in the form of you, and in the form of your sister, my beloved baby girl June.
This past year might have been the worst year ever for our little family. The most major event was without doubt the death of my mother, your yia-yia. My poor mother had been in a steady health decline for years and ignored repeated entreaties from those around her to seek some help. Finally, almost exactly a year ago, she went to the hospital and never returned home. She suffered brutally, both mentally and physically for eight months, then died this past July 29. You and your sister made me so proud at her memorial. You both were wonderful and mature and the embodiment of loving little grandchildren.
That was the biggest thing, but there was also an earthquake, a hurricane, and a freak ice storm around Halloween that left nearly the entire state without power for close to a week. It was a stressful time for us, my little friend, and did I mention my two-months and counting struggle with bronchitis and your bout of pneumonia?
Today I went to the gym and did some cardio. When I came back we went to a park for a while, then we went to the raptor trust, where we saw some cool birds. We came home, had dinner, played some Wii, had a bath, then went to bed. You've got this front tooth that's hanging by a thread for two days now. Hope it comes out soon. Tomorrow June goes back to school, but you go the next day. We set you guys up with humidifiers this year, so we'll see how that works out. Sometimes you get so dry and stuffy your lips crack like desert hardpan.
I feel good writing to you again, Nick. I missed doing it a lot.
Love,
Dad
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