On New Year’s Eve or coming up to the end of another year there is always someone who says good bye and good riddance to the last year as it wasn’t overly kind to them or it was just down right nasty. Now, I get it. Maybe that someone lost somebody close to them, maybe they lost their job, maybe they were diagnosed with a disease. Any one of those things would make for a no good year. I always look for the good in everything, or at least I try to. There are times when it takes a while to see the good but it’s always there. It may just be a glimmer at times, a speck, but it’s there. Always.
At the end of 2017 my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and it’s metastasized to his liver. I’m sad. There isn’t a day that doesn’t go by when I don’t feel sad, where I don’t shed at least a few tears. But those days are also filled with good moments, beautiful moments. Moments when I open my bedroom curtains to a new day. A day when the moon is still being dimly displayed but the sun is also shining and the sky is blue. Or, the day is cloudy and grey but there is a lone little song bird sitting on a tree branch singing out so loud you can’t help but smile and call him the busker of the bird neighbourhood, Or the days I just go to see my dad and he wraps me in a hug and tells me he loves me. (He tells me he loves me a lot right now.) He’s always been an optimistic person and that hasn’t changed since his diagnosis. Going to visit him gives me comfort. Going to see him gives others comfort as well. We do cry together (who wouldn’t) but we also laugh and reminisce. Reminisce. That’s another good thing. Moments I had forgotten come back to me or my brothers remember something and share it. And then there are his friends. He has so many friends. They come and visit. They cry, they pray, but mostly they laugh and, hopefully, go away with a lighter heart even though a good friend of theirs is suffering.
The good is always there. It is still considered winter here in Victoria but the cherry tress are in blossom even though I had to scrape ice off my windshield the other morning. The sun shone through the clouds yesterday as we listened to thunder rumble in the distance.
The good is always there. In my little niece who sends beautiful hand-written notes to my dad to make sure her grandpa knows she loves him. In my little nephew who bursts into my parents house bustling with energy and smiles and exuberant love. In the unquenchable love of my mom as she tends to her husband of over fifty years.
So, even though this is the just the third month of the year I do wonder how I will feel at the end of it. I guess I’ll just have to see but for now I hope when it comes time to look back on the year that I will still see the good.