GOODBYE 2010

Friday morning, New Years Eve 2010. The last year has sped by on fast forward. I do not know why I am so surprised as the days of the week seem to have wings. "I" and I stood on the porch about five and looked out at the yard. I wondered was this old year busy packing her bag with tears of regret in her eyes. Its always hard to say good-bye.

I thought last night of some of the surprises and changes this last year has brought us. The most important event was Mikayla. This time last year she was in Kansas City at the hospital. Her body fighting the medicine and Bone Marrow transplant. Just take a look at the picture at the top of the page. She has went into remission, her hair is growing, her smile lights up the room. Thank-you 2010 and God for this miracle.

I laugh at the New Years resolutions that lay broken within the first few weeks. 2010 has not seen me lose weight. "Little Debbie," has not stopped being my best friend. She always has a kind word for me and a sweet taste that comforts. Shall I put her on my resolution list this year? I probably will "Debbie," smiles at this thought knowing full well I will never carry through.

Things I have lost this year. Fearless confidence after I broke my wrist. I had never had a broken bone. I was immune to such things. Though I did not see well I walked around two miles most days. I keep saying I will start again. But as I peer at the world in the white haze that has come to be my sight. I keep putting the starting date off.

My sight has deteriorated some. I lean in a tad closer to the computer and almost sit on the desk but still it gets less clear as the days go by. I stumble, bounce, as I go about the house. The grocery store is getting harder to get around in. I ask more people that are standing in the aisles questions. "I" and I went with The Emperor to Mount Vernon the other day. I went into McDonald's to get us a burger. It was busy. I stepped carefully around people, straining to see lest I step on someone. You have to get your own soft drink. With trembling hands I managed the cup, feeling for the opening that would let the liquid spew forth. After many tries and spilled drink I managed. I felt for the straws. Patting down the entire drink machine. I looked up and in my haze I saw a table full of people watching me in amazement. I licked my lips and asked with humility, "Can you see the straws?" They all nodded yes. A man found them for me. I said thank-you and made for the door. A young man opened both doors for me and called after me. "Be careful where you step." He either knew I was almost blind or thought I was so old I could not make it safely back to the car. Neither one holds much promise.


So as I stand here on the brink of the New Year. I am grateful I am still here. That my family is safe and Mikayla is doing so well. I wonder what this New Year that looms ahead will hold. Promises of hope or terror. I hope its good promises that awaits us. Smiling as she bestows luck and prosperity our way. But either way there is no stopping time or the New Year.

I throw my words into the Cyber sky. I head back home. Its starting to rain. I hope that's not an omen of things to come. I wonder will I still be around at the end of 2011? Making my almost daily trip to Blogland. I sure hope so. But for today, I'm outta here.