I often joke that after Malcolm died I sold my truck and put my stuff into storage but it wasn't just a soundbyte. Nothing I do or say ever is.
But after almost a decade, tucked away on the I-35 corridor in a 10x10 closet, it was time for a reckoning. That's an interesting word. Reckoning.
Its origin can be found in old English which gave rise to such concepts of calculation and conclusion.
2014 is the 10 year anniversary since Malcolm was first diagnosed. How many miles, how many years have I walked since then? How many people have we touched and inspired? How many lifelong friendships have we forged?
It's incalculable. Just like love.
Another true joke is that in short order, in 2004 my dog got cancer, my girlfriend left me and she took the truck. The pathetic irony is well, I'm from Texas. But that year I was all alone I watched a movie Love Actually.
You see, I'm the last person to watch romantic comedies or really anything to do with Hugh Grant but it spoke to me about the messiness of life and love and how little I knew about it all. But I've watched it every year since and today is no different.
Happy XMAS. Love actually.
YBD's Notes 1: There was a reckoning tho - I cleaned out my storage locker most of which ended up in a landfill, the rest I've given away to friends and family. I am unencumbered. Except by love.