It's Ironic...

I realized today the irony of writing to you through a blog. I don't think you ever used a computer in your life. I don't even know if you knew how to type. It's not something I thought to ask while you were still here. Just one of many questions I wish you were still around to answer, though...

Technology aside, your handwriting was always so neat and pretty... It seems writing by hand is becoming a dying art. Take this blog as example #1! I'll have to teach Jack the importance of penmanship one day. And when I do, I'm going to use your writing as an example of how to do it right.

Thank goodness for the little pieces of you left behind for me to pass on. No irony there. Just gratitude.

Happy New Year

Dotyn,

"I haven't talked to you since last year." If you were still here I would have called and said that to you today. It was our little joke.

Reality is that it's been almost 7 months since we last spoke. And even then you couldn't say much. I had come to visit you in the hospital before they put your trache in. I told you "I love you", and in a weak, hoarse voice you said it back. I knew you were in pain and I feared you were dying. I wanted to tell you that you didn't need to hold on for us. That we'd be ok. But I was afraid...

So, today begins a real year without you... I haven't talked to you since last year... And already it feels like it's been forever.