I tend to write on each New Year’s Day about either the previous year or my hopes for the upcoming one. But I just couldn’t do it this year. I wasn’t ready to look back at 2025, a year when I went to more protests then I have over my entire lifetime, nor did I want to look ahead to a year that I expect to be filled with more protests of our tyrannical government, along with the stress and grief from watching my husband’s health deteriorate and wonder if this is our last year we have with him.

It’s no secret that my little family talks very openly about death and dying. It’s taken us a while to get there and we’re not always honest with each other or ourselves, but we’re trying. We’re trying to be real about what my husband’s future looks like, but also what lies ahead for my son and I.

It’s odd to have a conversation with your child, no matter what their age, about what they want of their father’s after he’s dead. The other day, my husband, Walter, was in his office, while our son and I were chatting in the living room. I don’t remember exactly how the topic came up, but we started to talk about Wal’s health and I said something about spending time with Wal because who knew how much time he had left. My son said, “I think this is the year.” I looked at him and softly said, “I think so, too.” My boy replied with, “After he dies, dibs on his fuzzy hoodie.” We nearly argued about that because we both love it and it’s become my husband’s signature look, with the hood pulled up onto his bald head and he looks a little like Obi-Wan Kenobi. But of course I would let my son have nearly anything of his father’s after he dies. I think it would bring me both great joy and sadness to see my son still want that connection to his father after his father’s death.

None of us know when we’re going to die, right? My husband has surprised me over and over and I’ve always said it’s a damn miracle he’s alive now. But more than likely he’ll go first and will die in the next few years. I do hope that he’ll live until he’s 60 or even make it to our son’s college graduation, but I really don’t see the latter happening. I’m honestly glad that my son is being realistic about his father’s mortality because it will be devastating when Wal dies. No matter when that happens. But if our son truly believes his father will see him graduate from college and Wal dies in the next year, that’s just another layer of anger and disappointment to add to my son’s plate.

I personally fluctuate between wanting Wal’s health to at least stabilize so I have him longer, to wanting the process to speed up because watching him die slowly is torturous. He’s often miserable due to pain or fatigue or the inability to do what he used to do or the fear of dying the way he doesn’t want to. I have new wrinkles etched into my face from the worry and anxiety and sadness of watching Wal go through all of this. And yet…I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is a very long goodbye, but I think I’d rather have that if I get the choice (not that any of us really do).

I have no resolutions at all for 2026. I have a few things I hope to accomplish, but my priorities are really just to be the best support and cheerleader for my son and my husband. I hope to not lose myself or my own health in the process, so that’ll be on the list, too.

But I hope YOU have goals and dreams you hope to achieve this year. I’d love to hear about them. Really! It might be weird, but typically I am that person who celebrates when someone wins the lottery and it’s not even someone I know. It’s exciting! So if you have that trip to Europe planned or you’re finally getting that pet you’ve always wanted or you are going to work on your living will this year, then I’d love to hear about all of it. And I’m happy to help you with that last one. 😉

Hugs to you all, friends.