"1992 is not a year on which I will look back with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of my more sympathetic correspondents, it has turned out to be an 'Annus Horribilus'." - Queen Elizabeth
Annus Horribilis - Latin for horrible year.
Aestas Horribilis - Latin for horrible summer.
This is how I feel as Summer 2010 races toward the record book.
I have been in a virtual fog since losing my brother in April. I have not slept through the night since his death and I feel stagnant. Unmoving.
I have been touched by the kind thoughts, gestures and prayers from so many people, a lot of them strangers. But I have been greatly hurt by some close family members and friends who have treated me like s*^t.
I just need this fog to lift.
On Friday, my friend Laura got married. A week before her wedding, her mom passed away.
It is heartbreaking to conceive how her mom can die on a Friday and then the next Friday, marry. I cried as did many other guests when her dad was introduced into the reception hall and when she had her first dance and of course, when she danced with her dad. But, she looked lovely and I wish her all of God's great goodness.
But really. Can this summer have been any worse?
I have Fall to look forward to.
Fall is my favorite time of year.
The changing of the leaves hint at a fresh start.
So, I am ready for this -
And this.And oh yeah. This.
Good riddance Summer of 2010. I will not look back on you fondly.