It’s been a year of change, in work, love and loss.



After having worked at The Examiner for 30 years, I quit a job I loved at the beginning of the year, to go to work for the man I love. Although I knew the decision was the right one, I spent many a sleepless nights worrying if I would be able to adjust and now wonder why I ever doubted myself.

It’s been a year of change, in work, love and loss.

After having worked at The Examiner for 30 years, I quit a job I loved at the beginning of the year, to go to work for the man I love. Although I knew the decision was the right one, I spent many a sleepless nights worrying if I would be able to adjust and now wonder why I ever doubted myself.

I am thankful the publisher agreed to let me continue writing for the paper. It wasn’t that I didn’t think the new job would keep me busy, but it seems writing helps me to stay centered.

Dad celebrated his first year of living in his new “home” during the summer and with that came the memory loss of who I am. That could give anyone an identity crisis when your parent thinks you are his girlfriend or an old Army buddy. I learned, through many tears and soul searching, I can be just as good of a daughter, whether he knows who I am or not.

Even though my new job took me in a completely different direction from what I was used to doing, I’m so grateful and thankful my boyfriend believed in me and asked me to be a part of his work life.

Speaking of the boyfriend, I’ve had a few inquiries and “reprimands” from readers who think it’s inappropriate to write about the man I love, because his title is not “husband.”

Someday he will be my husband, but I’ve decided I’ll always refer to him as my boyfriend – as he’s a boy, and he’s my best friend. I’m fortunate to have someone who loves me as I am, without judgment or expectations.

I’m going to make a resolution this year, a new one actually. It’s about my inability to keep track of the things I love.

Several years before Dad went to live with his “other” family, he cut an ad out of a magazine for a necklace that was engraved with words about a father’s love for his daughter. He didn’t have the mindset to actually order it, so my boyfriend did and surprised me that Christmas by having Dad give it to me. I loved that necklace, but for whatever reason, I misplaced it and it never resurfaced.

Last week we visited Dad to give him his Christmas present. He read the words out loud from the card, “from your daughter, Sandy.” He looked at me and with his toothless smile asked if I was the daughter. I nodded and fought the tears while putting his new blanket we had bought him on his bed.

When I turned around Dad was holding a small box, but wasn’t sure what to do with it. The boyfriend said, “your Dad got you something.”

Another necklace, engraved with the words, “my little girl yesterday, my friend today, my daughter forever.”

My resolution is to keep track of the necklace by never taking it off and keeping track of the boyfriend by never letting him go.