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Comfortable and predictable.  That’s how this year started with Dick Clark‘s Rockin’ New Year’s Eve, of course, counting down to the new year. In a fleeting, giddy moment of anticipation, we wondered what 2012 held.

Transitions.  Major, life-changing transitions.

My dear in-laws were hospitalized–yet again–and we forced ourselves to accept the hard truth that they couldn’t live on their own anymore.  On Valentine’s Day–fifty-six years to the day that they welcomed their first child, the two of them moved into rehab/nursing home. Now Dad is in a family care home; Mom is still at the rehab center.

My mother’s mind is spry, but her body is definitely 84.  I don’t have a lot of time with her.

Age is messing with us, too.  We’ve had to accept our own physical as well as financial limitations this year. I now have a prescription for a cholesterol-lowering drug, a big concession for a no-meds person like me.

But the biggest personal transitions involve…

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