Forget about decade in review—2009 is definitely the year to remember in Oughts, at least for me. Plenty happened. Plenty of it was not good, not even a little bit.
This is the Rocket Christmas tree. It was the table centerpiece for my company’s Christmas party a few years back, so true to our apartment theme of “get free stuff,” I adopted it as our tree. We don’t have much in the way of ornaments, but I’m working on it.
This is Audrey, known to my family as Aunt Audrey. She died unexpectedly in late July due to heart surgery complications; she was my mother’s best friend, and, I think, the only person who truly knew my mother. She was certainly the only person I ever knew around whom my mother acted completely relaxed; she was an artist, a horticulturist, and someone for whom I felt a deep admiration. I can’t count how many times I heard my mother tell me, “That sounds like something Audrey would say.” She was 61.
This is Billy, the adorable platypus. I won’t bother explaining that, other than to say he was a college friend whose death was not unexpected; his fight with colon cancer had gone on too long. He died in early July. He was 40.
This is Marcie. She died of breast cancer. I can’t even write about her without beginning to lose my grip on my emotions, so I’ll leave it there. She died in early October, at 34 years old.
This is the reason why 2009 was not a complete write-off for me: without these two the whole year would’ve gone into “Man, growing up sucks” category. Instead, it’s turned out to be both the best and worst year of my life, when I was given the most, and the most was taken away. I have one resolution in 2010: when it occurs to me that maybe I’d like to call a friend or send a card, I’m not going to wait. I’m going to do it. Farewell, 2009, and welcome 2010.