Yesterday I was thinking, You know, 2012 was a pretty good year. I've gotten things done and I've been uncharacteristically happy. I started writing a post about my year in review and how great it was.
Then I thought back to January.
The first two months of 2012 were just awful for me. I remembered our dog Ginger and the seizure that she wouldn't come out of. It seemed like right after we put her to sleep that Gracie stopped eating and got really sick. My wife thought maybe she missed Ginger. It turned out to be bone cancer, and soon we were saying goodbye to our 4-1/2 year-old little girl. Those losses darkened the first half of 2012 for us, and the memories haunted us all year.
Shit, maybe last year sucked.
Then we went on a nice vacation in early June and got Moose on June 27, the first anniversary of my grandfather's death. After we got Rexy a few months later, we finished the year with the same head count we started with. They haven't really replaced Ginger and Gracie, but at least they keep us busy.
Around the time we got Moose was also when I really got going with the decluttering project, which has been fairly successful though I have a long way to go.
No, last year didn't suck. It was half crap and half great.