I’ve been away for a while.
As Jennifer noted, April has been a difficult month around here two years running. April is the month when last year I lost my best friend and my last remaining grandparent. April is the month this year when I lost by “best friend” Carla, and – this part I hadn’t mentioned here yet – when we learned that my father had a very large and likely-cancerous growth on a kidney.
I’ve just returned from his house, where I’d been with his two sisters, a brother-in-law and my younger brother and sister. He had his kidney removed quite successfully yesterday, and will be home again tomorrow. (He could have gone home today – about 26 hours after the surgery finished – if he’d chosen to. They’re near the point where a complication-free kidney removal will be an outpatient procedure. Amazing.)
I’ve learned a lot about responsibility in April – this year and last year. I tried to write about it, but I can’t get it right. It sounds preachy and self-congratulatory, which is completely not the point. So, suffice it to say that my father is OK, likely to make a full recovery and require no further treatment.
And some of the people in my life that I respect the most have paid me the great honor of confidence and trust in me. The same honor as last April, but from different people this time. I am deeply grateful.