And here I sit, November 12, 2012, the world didn’t end May 21, October 21 came and went with little fanfare as well.
The Newell family has grown by one, we welcomed Jocelyn Lucille Aryn Newell on October 6.
Life has been hard, faith even harder. What used to be somewhat therapeutic (this blog) has become another reminder of my inadequacies.
Its Saturday morning and I am taking time to write because I should. I realize that the things we say and the things we do really are who we are. We are defined by our vocation and our chosen family type. We like to believe that what we do is not who we are but really who are we kidding, only ourselves.
I love being a dad, its really one of the coolest things I have ever been a part of, having said that I miss being more. I miss my friends. Nothing made the absence more profound when my best friend didn’t call or comment on Josies birth hard for me to understand how I can miss the interaction and closeness we shared and he can just forget it ever existed.
I was told I look angry when I walk into church and angry when I leave, angry isn’t the right word, the right word is sad.
Ah well nothing to be done for it.
Well dear reader you have been with me for a while, and while I’m sure I have lost many of you in my silence I thought I would get back on the ball and start interacting again. The morbidity of late hasn’t worked.
See ya around.