Has It Really Been That Long?

Has it really been that long since I've written anything for Hubpages? I'm surprised, outraged, disappointed, and ashamed.

I'm sorry for waiting so long to do this. I know some must think me to be a hypocrite because I've written about writing every day, and how to get through writers block, and also never to stop writing.

Well, I can only say I'm sorry about that. But in my defense, if I have one (which the more I think about it, I don't), life got in the way. Yep, you know, the every day struggle to stay in one piece emotionally, physically, and psychologically.

Plus I have a full time job. And let me tell you, that's enough right there. But, I know it isn't an excuse. I'm ashamed of myself for waiting so long to tap on the keys and get the juices flowing again. Hopefully it won't be as long this time around. But in life there aren't any guarantees.

I'm sorry. I can't say it enough.

But if you'll allow me, I'll catch you up on a few things that have happened to me in the interrum.

First of all, I got married. Yes, I know, I'm either chasing the dream, or following the white rabbit down the rabbit hole. But I have found it's never been dull. She's a few years older than I am (not by much, just 7 years) but it took me over 50 years to finally get tied down. The consolation prize in this is that I've known her for most of my adult life, so it wasn't hard to say "I do."

My mother passed away. For years she had medical problems, true. But she was as healthy as any 70 plus year old could be, right? Wrong. When she finally got a diagnosis of what was wrong with her, it was too late to do anything about it. No amount of medication could help. She slowly faded away from ALS. A disease that's not meant for the weak of heart, or the one's taking care of her; us.

My brother was diagnosed with cancer. Another disease that God gave the world to prove He really is in charge down here and not us. He went through 8 weeks of chemo and radiation and hopefully the doctors got it all. There have been complications, of course. It destroyed his lymph glands in his pelvic area and he has almost no control now of his bowels, but . . . he's still with me and that's what matters the most. He still works, God only knows how or why. But he's here. He keeps telling me he has to do something or he'll go crazy. All he's ever known is work, and family, like the rest of us.

There was a storm. Well, flood really. They say it was a 100 year flood. I can believe it. We were flooded in where I live for over a week. Roads were shut down, electricity was out for most of it, couldn't go anywhere or do anything. We just had to wait it out. Rough month, that one.

Rough year.

And now we have COVID 19. A disease that's spread not only across the nation, but the world: Pandemic. Social distancing - our life now.

The world has changed again.

Change is inevitable. But give me a break, will ya. Change is like death and taxes; can't stop it. And I've been through a few lately. As has everyone else reading this.

There is no excuse. None. I could have been writing about all of this. But my heart wasn't in it. My writing wasn't in it.

I wasn't in it.

But now, hopefully I am in it. Again.

Happy writing everyone.