Not a Good Time To Blog

I wrote this 5 weeks ago. I was on an airplane from Oakland to Seattle, returning from visiting my father:

It has been some time since I’ve last written a blog entry. I’ve been attempting to keep every blog post free of negative news. In doing so, I may have skipped over over the happiest event of the past year, my brother’s wedding.
Don’t get me wrong: the wedding was wonderful. My brother lives on the other side of the country, while his bride lives in another country. As such, while they’ve been traveling to see each other, I hadn’t yet gotten the opportunity to meet the bride and her three sons. I was incredibly happy to finally meet them and to see how happy that they are together with my brother. The wedding was beautiful. It was held on a beach at sunset, followed by a reception filled with tradition and song. This was going to be a great subject to blog about.
But… The night before the wedding, my father-in-law passed away after a long battle with cancer. As soon as we got home, we were planning to attend his memorial service. Kelley went to Boise first, with Sunny and I to follow. The memorial went well, a small ceremony with his friends done in the way that he had wanted. There was also a very nice moment, where my daughter, who is at an age where she often puts her needs above all others, walked over to my mother-in-law, said some nice words and have her a big hug.
This was on December 10th. On December 11th, I flew home. I remember the date because it is the fourth anniversary of the passing of a good friend of mine. My blogging is an inspiration that I draw from the memory of this friend. He was a socially astute person, a talent that he later followed into a career in social media. I always wished that I could be more like him in this respect. And so… I began to blog more regularly. I keep telling myself that someday I will blog about him. And, each time that December 11th rolls around, I tell myself that I’m not ready yet.
December passed rapidly. January was filled with work obligations. Just as those obligations were coming to a close, I learned that my father is gravely ill. And so I tell myself it is not a good time to blog.
But therein lies the problem. If I keep postponing blogging until all of the bad times disappear, I may never blog again,and consequently, miss blogging about the good stuff in between. Moreover, I may not recognize the good that is interspersed in all days, because I’d be constantly comparing it to the bad in order to determine if it is time to start blogging again.
That is untenable. It’s time to blog.

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