I realize it’s been a long time since I’ve posted or even commented. There are many and sundry reasons for that, but primarily it’s because I lost interest in writing. I’ve never been a “passionate” writer, someone who burns to set quill to parchment, but merely a dabbler.

I am posting today to let you know that my wife of 35 years, died recently. She had been struggling with illness, not Covid, but end-stage kidney failure complicated by many other conditions. I woke up in the morning to find she’d passed away in her sleep. Her death was shocking but not unexpected given that we and her medical team had been discussing the likely outcome for months. We have no children and our families live far away.

I took a week off from work, but now find myself amongst the retail public scurrying for last-minute gifts, listening to Christmas carols on endless repeat over the PA while grieving with a smile under my mask. 2020 will go down as the most surreal year of my life… so far. Who knows what the future holds for me, but for now, I am slowly organizing her life and mourning for the next six months.

Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year y’all and stay safe, stay masked, stay distant.