We should all be together tonight, at Sheila's house, bringing in a new year. Those days are so long gone. Arlene just posted that it was 45 years ago tonight that she and Tom first started dating. Me and Allen should still be together 49 years later. I hate being melancholy. I hate hurting. I hate that it still hurts after all these years. I hate that I was dumped from the family that said I'd always be part of them.
I do thank God for my real family. My kids, grandkids, son-in-law, and the Trombetto family.
This year has been insane but great - even though some deaths and sadness occurred and I lost a friend. Sandy was never a friend. And Jack, another one who was never a friend, died too. And two online real friend deaths - Ken Deel and Kevin Malek. But I made new friends - Deb and Arne Johnson, Jimmy Petotino, and had so many good times with Margaret. And am writing to Paul in prison and seeing him when we can get up there.
I know that 2020 is going to be amazing. And God will bless me even more.
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