Let's store 2009 on a shelf, far to the back.

I'm glad most of my bad stuff happened in one year. It's so much easier to contain that way. Years from now, when I'm old and grey, I can look back on the years and say, "Remember 2009? That was the year Cancer and I hung together. I met his pals Chem O. Therapy and Radi Ation. That was the year my Dad died. That was the year I had a mastectomy. Et cetera, et cetera..." I won't confuse 2009 with any other year. For example I will remember that 1971 is when I became a big sister, 1980 is when I got my driver's lisence, 1982 is when I graduated high school, 1989 is when I met Norm, and 1995 is the year Norm and I married. The years 1996, 1997, 1999, and 2001 are highlighted with the birth of our children. We moved to Nanaimo in 2001. All good things, all good years. I'll hang on to 2009 because I can't get rid of it. After all, who would want it? I'm not regifting that baby. Just stick it on a shelf and cover it with dust bunnies.