Looking Back on 2012

When I was driving home from Christmas 1980, I heard Barry Manilow on the radio singing "I made it thru the rain" and it hit me. I made it thru a difficult year. I grew in unexpected ways. I had experienced trials before like death of a cousin, uncles and a neighbor before that awful year, but not this closely related. Looking back at that year, I realized at 22 years of age that I didn't want to go back to the life before December 26, 1979. Life before had it challenges, but none that had strengthen me like 1980 had. I learned what having faith was.
I wrote the above around the first of May 2012. I had attended a one session class about change. One of the bosses for our division at University of Utah strongly advised that the employees under her attend the class.. Little did I realize then that 2012 would be wrought with change. At the time, life was good and nothing on horizon indicated change. But as fate would have, things started happening during the summer that brought another big change in my life. My mom passed away from cancer.

In this summary, I will start at the first of the year, when life was calm. 2012 wasn’t all bad and I want to remember that, even though it was another year of growth. So glad I had that class when I did. 2011 would have been too early and 2013 would have been too late.  And like 1980, I feel like "I made it thru the rain" again. But then again, I still feel as if I will be still dancing in the rain when 2013. There is still unfinished business to complete.

We are doing okay. We enjoyed more blue skies in January than any other January in recent history. My iPad and cell phone documented this little known fact quite a bit.

Between Jay’s birthday and mine, I volunteered once more at the Race for the Cure. I helped out the day before the race activities. I had to pass a background check first because I took donations. It was at new venue this year. Because the race outgrew The Gateway, it had to be moved to Library Square. The numbers were down this year because of a certain beneficiary causing a controversy. But there was still a large turnout, thanks to those who have hope for a cure.

Summer was okay. There were more than usual range fires close to homes in Utah.(and Idaho and Colorado, my other home states.) Jay and I were never in danger, but others were. I didn't go anywhere, not even to Park City. Jay and John went home a few times. I don't like traveling during the summer that much. Too hot.
Things got a bit too eventful as fall approached. Three or four weeks after being diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, my mom left us to reunite with my dad. Although I didn't see her until a few hours after she passed, I did cherish the moments I got to hear her voice. It was weak, but thanks to my parents' sacrifice when I was twelve, I got to hear her voice. (I had an ear operation before I entered 7th grade.) My sisters took care of Mom in Washington, but the services were in Idaho where she is resting now.
Looking back on the past year, I find that I am grateful for kindness. Crystal was thrilled when she got a gift card to Cafe Zupas. Tracina thanked me for the Swedish Fish I threw in a package at the last minute. A lot of people sent my mom get well cards. Mom did her best to cheerful toward the nurses. My work gave me funeral chocolates instead of flowers. I liked that. But the most comforting kindness I knew that people were praying for Mom and my family in our time of need and being kind to my older brother even though he didn't deserve it.

Although I am glad 2012 is almost over, I am glad I went thru it. I've learned quite a bit and still will as I continue in 2013. Sorry the world didn’t end 12/21/12. Marty McFly went back to the future in 2015. For once Hollywood got it right.

Trains

I rode UTA's Frontrunner to Provo Saturday morning. Regular service started Monday, so Saturday was a free ride. At least between Salt Lake Central and Provo. I woke up earlier than usual for a weekend and caught the bus at 9am. I decided to go for the morning hours because I had an event that evening. I also assumed the line would be shorter than the afternoon hours. In April 2008, when Frontrunner debuted, Jay and I stood in line for hours before we boarded for our hour ride to Ogden. My assumption proved correct, because when I got off the UTA Trax Blue line at Salt Lake Central, there was hardly a line. When I boarded the train, I had my choice of seats. So different than four years ago when I boarded a standing room only train. When we finally pulled into the Provo Station, there was a long line forming. I took a picture and texted it to Isaac, who had plans to ride it free that afternoon.

When Isaac was born I took my last round trip to Seattle from Salt Lake City on Amtrak. I had taken my first trip on Amtrak five years earlier on the same route. My love of traveling by rail blossomed with Amtrak and I didn't realize how much I missed trains until Frontrunner opened up four years ago. There is just something about riding a train.

A few summers ago in 2009, I took a trip on the Heber Valley Railroad with my mom, my sister, Mary and her best friend, Deborah. The cars were pulled by a steam engine locomotive. There was a dining car like Amtrak and passenger cars like Frontrunner, except it was a single level of seats instead of two. We sat out in the open air car, which was what Mom preferred. She had a taken a few train trips in her youth.

Although my love affair with began with Amtrak, it really started while I was living at home. Growing up I would often see the freight trains north of where I lived. Sometime when we go to Paul, Burley, Heyburn or Rupert, we get stopped at the railroad lights waiting for the freight line to pass. If there were a lot of cars following the locomotive, we would count the cars. Sometimes when I couldn't sleep at night I would hear a train north of us, passing thru the night. The conductor would blow the whistle as the train crossed roads. It was comforting because I knew I wasn't the only one awake. When I traveled to Seattle both times on Amtrak, the train would pass thru Southern Idaho in the middle of night. I always wonder if there was someone awake who could hear the train and I wondered if it was as comforting to them as it had me for me.

I like trains, probably because I have such good memories and will continue to create good memories. After all, I usually ride the UTA Trax Red line home from work most weekday nights.