Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-34052734-20181229035346/@comment-34052734-20181230202915

Ah, it appears I was maybe a bit to over the top last talk—perhaps just excited for the return of IT.

Now, here we are again, drinking another round of Tazo and sitting at the table wondering why I had let myself do it again.

“This would be the last Christmas with all of us together,” she said to me—one last Christmas I would never forget. Now I am not follower of Christ, but I sure do know that I celebrate Christmas minus the religious beliefs. I sure do know that Christmas is a special time of the year, but not this year, no.

You see, I never get into the Christmas spirit, as some people say. Well, I never really have. To really engulf myself into the theme of Christmas is like a promise I can’t keep. It never happens. But, only a few days later and it’s New Year’s Day. Already? Why, yes. Already.

“I have this feeling,” she said to me yesterday, “that this coming year will be a great one.”

I agree.

For one thing, we probably won’t have him nagging at our throats, just waiting for us to slip up. Probably. He wasn’t always like this, though, if my memory serves me right, he was never like this. But after the certain roll of the dice that nearly kills him in the hospital bed, an arguement over a Subway sandwich, and a son that can’t pull his own weight, it only makes sense.

Perhaps someday, we will all understand. We will all get better. But that someday is not today, so don’t go counting your stars and cursing your blessings until you know it’s too late.

But you know what?

As Adam Gontier says it best: “It’s not too late, it’s never too late.”