A year ago today the weather in Atlanta was frosty and cold. The threat of ice and snow caused businesses to send employees home hours early. Today in Atlanta the tempature was 74 degrees; I played golf in short sleeves and many of my fellow golfers were in shorts!
A year is a long time and at the same time it seems short. It can be a time of joy and happiness or it can be a time of sorrow and pain. We all get years, some good and some not as good but we only have so many. Some people have 100, some 90 some 80, but some have only 10 (or less). On balance, our years are more “good” than “bad” and that is a natural good for most of humankind. This past year qualifies as a bad one for me. My brother died at 57 years of age and then my mother died suddenly five months later at 90. Death always depresses us at any time in our lives. Years that I recall as ones that were “bad” are those in which I lost someone close to me that I loved (1963, 1964, 1966, 1973, 1977, 1980, 1994, 1995, 1998, 2016 twice). I am 60 years old and have had 10 years in which I have lost a close loved one. Don’t get me wrong, there are other years in which people that I knew, liked and cared a lot about died, and that’s common. But these are the years that family members died; and it colors the year in a way that defies explantion.
I am not sure where I am heading with this except to say that nothing that seems so bad can actually destroy us and that on balance, we recall our lives with more happiness than sorrow. For example, I have 50 “good” years and only 10 “bad” ones. It doesn’t matter if it is the life or death of a loved one, our bank account, our politics, our sports or the weather, life is generally good, year in and year out. For that we should be thankful.
Did I say sports? Speaking of sports, go Falcons! I need a good year in 2017!