It hasn't been the best year for me. My mother died in February aged 88. She collapsed on my parents' 65th wedding anniversary and was rushed to hospital. She'd been running on one lung for around 55 years and doing the draining-the-lung business every day since then. Tough old bird
I had this theory that if I let my passport lapse so that I couldn't fly to England in a hurry, she would live for ever. It didn't work. My mother and father had been together for 70 years. They met when she sat next to him in a lecture theatre at Birmingham University (UK) in 1942. He was doing physics and she was doing maths. I got a passport in a hurry and flew to England for the funeral. It was a good funeral and my father and I kept each other vertical. It was great to catch up with family including cousins that I hadn't seen for many years.
A couple of weeks after getting back to Oz, we did the 10 hour drive (each way) to visit my 97 year old mother-in-law. She was getting frail and needed a wheelchair. We did another 3-monthly trip in June and she was really sweet and funny talking about her first bike and sneaking out of the house to visit a boyfriend
She was also a little more frail, but she was keen on prawns and a couple of glasses of white wine for lunch.
Got back to Melbourne to hear that my cousin was very ill. He went to the doc in June feeling under the weather and died of cancer in July. Very aggressive cancer. He was a really lovely guy. One of the good guys.
Then the phone calls started from my sister-in-law who lives 10 minutes away from my mother-in-law's aged care facility. She has pneumonia. Not good when you're 97. Be prepared to be in at the death at any moment. So we booked the cats into a cattery and arranged accommodation, etc. A couple of days later she's getting better, then she's going downhill. We visited in early August and the phone calls while we were on the road to say that she'd be dead in a couple of hours were probably not enough to get me off any speeding tickets I might have incurred. When we got there she was still alive, but not doing well. So we watched her dying for 10 days and then she perked up. She wanted a glass of wine and to watch "Inspector Rex" on the TV. We went back to Melbourne. A few days later we got the phone call that she'd died. Very, very sad.
So it's not been the best of years from a personal point of view.
It hasn't been good business-wise either. My #1 client decided to change from SQL Server to a Unix strategy using PostgreSQL. And my #2 client, a government dept, told me that they had zero budget for IT development.
Next year can only get better
Richard.