A more apt title was never composed to describe a year. To sum up briefly: the gains were monetary, the losses...were not. I gained respect, admiration and accomplished, with my co-workers, the feat of training twenty people. I am very proud of what I have been able to offer and give back. I am even more proud that 17 of theses fine civil servants are continuing with the City. Three have chosen other paths. The gain has been to us all. These are measureable results. At my job over the last year, I have been tasked with measuring just what it is we do, and sharing that information with everyone.
The loss, however, is immeasurable. Day by day, hour by hour, I think of Daddy. I think about his life, his enigmatic existence, his tacit demeanor, his stubborn pride and toughness and I just want to live out loud! I want to gather all of life to me and shout. Because if there is one lesson I learned from him, it is that your glass cannot ever overflow enough. I want more poetry, more theatre, more of my cat drinking from his well, more hugs, more passionate kisses, more music, more fun, more giving, more receiving, more nature and more nurture. I want it all...and I want it now. 2009 is: The year of UN-restriction. What ever has been held back shall come forth. Life is too short, even if it is 77 years too short, for bullshit. Happy New Year to you all.