There was a lot of shit in 2012, huh? I guess there always is, and we’re biased to remember what happened near the end of the year (the Oscars effect), so things like Becky’s death and the Newtown shooting are top of mind. It actually was a crappy year for a lot of people I love, but everyone made it out ok(ish), and I’m guessing that this is just the way life is going to be as we get older (I’m pfft pfft spitting at the good luck I’ve had til now). Up, down, sickness, health, good luck, bad luck, change. I read an article today exploring the idea that while we humans will readily acknowledge how different we are now from who we were ten years ago, we’re unable to wrap our minds around how different we’ll be ten years hence. So, to all the future versions of us, hi. May you look back on your 2013 selves – us, now – with an eye roll, sure, but also a high five.
I’m back! Hello, 2013. 2012 went out with some good times – Christmas with Mike’s family, a last-minute New Year’s party with friends – and some bad ones. The executive director of Mike’s organization died suddenly while on vacation the day after Christmas, which was both really sad and really stressful for Mike, who was scheduled to send fundraising emails from her. Becky’s obit is in the NYT here, and here is a really lovely and more personal post on her. She was a part of the RAN gang as well as its leader, and her absence is going to be felt acutely for a very long time.