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let's just call this a rebuilding year.
2008 sucked harder than any year i have ever had.
lost my dad.
lost my job.
spent 2009 trying to not fall apart.
spent most of 2010 trying to pull it together.
2 years ago this month, my dad died.
today, while looking for a poem i had asked after,
mom found a letter he had written to me when i went
to college in huntsville. that letter answered all
the questions i had been asking myself lately.
got a job. a good one.
no big deal for my birthday this year.
no big deal for hallowe'en this year.
i guess i've quit looking forward to any particular day,
and started looking at the adventures of any day.
2008 sucked harder than any year i have ever had.
lost my dad.
lost my job.
spent 2009 trying to not fall apart.
spent most of 2010 trying to pull it together.
2 years ago this month, my dad died.
today, while looking for a poem i had asked after,
mom found a letter he had written to me when i went
to college in huntsville. that letter answered all
the questions i had been asking myself lately.
got a job. a good one.
no big deal for my birthday this year.
no big deal for hallowe'en this year.
i guess i've quit looking forward to any particular day,
and started looking at the adventures of any day.