This time last week, a friend posted an entry entitled 'The week begins' on his blog. He blogged everyday, and this was about the start of his work week. By the end of the week, we had news of his sudden death from a medical complication. We're still in shock.
This time last year, another friend fighting cancer thought she would be lucky if she made it to Christmas. As the year panned out, I didn't dare to express to her my sorrow -- she had more to bear -- as we reached the last New Year; the last birthday; the last Valentine's Day; the last spring; the last dog. But by the end of the year, she was cancer free. She cancelled her hospice booking and went home. It wasn't straight-going as that, in between there were falls and broken bones and scares. But she's alive, and life is good, she will tell you.
This time last year, I was facing my birthday alone, with L in hospital. And it was my Chinese astrological year at that. But now, L is shoving something up his sleeve for the day. Far more meaningful to me is that this year, it falls on Easter Sunday. If ever there was a symbol of renewal.
"Joy and sorrow are inseparable ... together they come and when one sits alone with you ... remember that the other is asleep upon your bed."
- Kahlil Gibran