A Year Isn't so Long

I'm not one to make New Year's Resolutions. Years just don't start off like that for me. I have hopes and plans of what I'd like my year to be, things I want to accomplish. But sometimes, a year can turn into something you never expected. 

This year has been a very bad year. The worst fear I had: losing my apartment. Why the fear: I've become disabled and know I couldn't physically do moving and packing. My sister was very afraid for me too. The worst thing that happened this year: My sister died unexpectedly, mostly because doctors ignored her complaints of symptoms. 

I've had many other deaths in my life: my parents when I was a teen; my grandparents who I had lived with for 3 years after my parents died; a wise old professor emeritus who befriended me years ago; friends who moved; pets who died.  My grandmother was the matriarch of the family.  She died in 2000. But, my sister - my sister wasn't supposed to be in this list - not yet.

There were bad things that happened before her death, and other things since her death; seems like there's barely time to catch my breath in-between.

A year isn't so long, unless it's been a bad year.