This is the last of it. Every year I day I am going to keep writing April through February. Except for the very rare update, it never happens
And yet. I cannot neglect the month of March. I am drawn each year to share my thoughts with those who care to read. I try to read and comment on my fellow slicers. But this year has been rough. I attempted to keep up. I read all your kind comments as I was notified.
But my heart was elsewhere. It was with my dear Aunt and 2 cousins. The loss of my Uncle knocked the breath out of me. Out of all of us. It all happened so quickly and yet somehow time stood still. He was a connection to my mom that I hadn’t realized was going to dredge up all the loss I felt with her. I was paralyzed. And because of that, I was not the best fellow slicer this year. And I apologize. Now that I am able to initiate…anything…I promise to go back and read you all.
But I’m proud of what I was able to write this year. I wrote about…
…my kids thirteen times
…my uncle five times
…my husband five times
…my work once
…my fears as a parent and educator once
…and a handful of other topics
Again. I’ll attempt to write throughout the year. Chances are it won’t happen but I’ll see what I can do. And I’ll come back to check up on you all kind people who have sent me so many beautiful thoughts this year. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Until we meet again. It’s been a slice.