But I'll take this New Years Eve, because it's simple. Easy. Uneventful. That's boring to some, but to me...it's joy.
Last year, I spent New Years Eve with four of my dear friends...at the hospice home. Our friend's 9 year old son, Tate, had been transferred there late that afternoon. We all knew he didn't have much time. None of us knew what to do...how to offer support...so we just went there, and sat in the "family" room, while their family came in and out of his room. We laughed and cried and tried to help support and distract them, for just a brief moment...all knowing there is nothing that can distract.
What a year it has been.
Today on my six mile run, I listened to this song. Tate's mom shared it not long ago. It was written by a young man with AT, which is the genetic disorder that Tate (and his sister Tessa) both have. Brad Paisley put it to music, and all profits from the download of it go to AT research.
It came on my ipod at about mile 5...I thought I might hyperventilate. I keep it on my running list to remind me of the gift I've been given; the ability to run. And to remind me that Tate, now in Heaven with his perfect body is running all over the place...like he never could here.
The message of the song...well, I think it's one of the best ways to start out the new year.
Bring on 2012! :)