Posted on December 31, 2002 in Whines
It was only a matter of time. You, my blog friends, have understood and held back. But the naive concept and shallow comfort appeared in a New Year’s email:
I know you’ve never liked me saying “things happen for a reason”, but I am a firm believer of this. You are both very strong people and I know you will get through this.
On this last day of what the financial pages are calling “Grim 2002”, I turn my back on an interval of time. I try to put such words out of my mind as well as the negative ones. I am most at ease, I find, if I just accept that bad things have happened and that the future remains uncertain. I will not tell anyone, in any shape or form, that their hurt doesn’t exist and I will make no promises for the future.
Still, I hope that everyone who reads this will be around to check what I say at the end of 2003, that whatever happens, you survive it well enough to be with me. I know that the hope will probably not be realized, though we can, perhaps, measure things if you just leave a comment to register that you, too, were alive in the latter part of 2002. A year from now we can check the list and ask if all is well. We will see and cherish what has survived.
To quote Ezra Pound: “What thou lovest best still remains/the rest is dross”. I’m confident that’s not a fact (Ambrose wasn’t dross), but perhaps there’s an attitude worth adopting.