The anniversary

My mother died one year ago today. I had been anticipating this date for the last few months, wondering how I’d feel about it. I wasn’t as sad as I thought I might be. I can’t believe it’s been a year, yet I can. And at the same time, I’m glad to have had the year – today was a much better day than a year ago today.

The sad spot of the day was hearing the news that a dear friend’s mother was taken by cancer within the last few days. The antithesis of my mother’s illness, hers hit hard and fast. Diagnosed, and gone three weeks later.

I guess if I were the patient, I might prefer for it to happen quickly. The way it went for my mother was a year of gradual degeneration of health. As the caretaker, it was painful to watch, but I had the time to reconcile it. I can’t imagine losing a person in an instant.

RIP, Mom.

It’s been a long time

I looked up and realized how long it’s been since I blogged, and realized that Facebook is taking over my blogging. If I have a quick thought, I simply change my status rather than logging in and expanding on it. But I miss my blog, and I’m going to have to make a concerted effort to post regularly.

We’re quickly approaching the “anniversary.” My mother died a year ago on Wednesday, and I can’t believe it’s been an entire year since she’s been gone. It was last year on President’s Day. Over the course of the last year I’ve often wondered, if I could go back in time, how far back would I go? I guess I would have to go back four years, because, if she was already sick at that point, there would have been a chance to save her. Maybe. But if not, that would mean that I would have to relive the last year of her life, which I wouldn’t do again if paid several million dollars.

Whatever. The point is that I can’t go back and I can’t change a thing, no matter how much I would want to.

On to more frivolous topics, because the subject of my mother is wearing me down . . .

I’ve been watching The Bachelor, because I seem to have a penchant for trash television (although I somehow draw the line when it comes to Flavor of Love or that ridiculous tour bus love show). Every season it’s the same thing. The previews advertise “The most dramatic rose ceremony EVER.” Which only means that the chick who gets sent home ends up crying and professing her undying, unprecedented love for the bachelor. A man whom she’s known for all of 4 weeks, and has probably only spent a total of 8 hours with, all told. When the women are interviewed after the show, I’m always amazed at how adamant they are that they really WERE in love.

On another note, I should probably also discuss The Gina Spot, and what’s going on with it . . .

RedEye, the paper where my column appears, is having a space constraints, largely due to effects from the economy and lack of advertisers. That said, they’ve severely reduced the run frequency of my column, and the columns of the other sex columnists. Instead, I appear on Fridays in a weekly column called Threesome, or more accurately – 3Sum, where three of us weigh in on a weekly topic. It’s fun to write 150-word blurbs, but I do miss writing the column. Hopefully it’s temporary and I can run weekly again soon.