Has it really been 18 months today since my life changed forever?
And I’m done with these anniversaries. It takes this long to say “I’m over it” — a ruptured brain aneurysm. At least I can write those words myself. A near-majority (49%) of its victims don’t survive a day in a hospital; of those who do, two-thirds never work again.
I’m thrilled to be here, working. Writing.
Bear with me as I struggle to embrace all of this, make it happen somehow. It’s harder than it looks.
Truth is this recent journey includes a much longer time, 32 months, bookended by the tragic suicide of a beloved nephew in December, 2010, and fast forwarded to the slow passing of a gentle mother in July, 2013.
Be they unexpected or awaited, these losses add up to a life experiencing tremendous transformation. Figuring it all out and moving forward is merely the last leg.
But I’m posting again and that’s a step forward. More coming, monthly, from here.