The Last New Year’s Eve

Twenty years ago today was the last New Year’s Eve I spent with my sister; the last NYE I would be able to, allowed to, blessed to spend with my sister.

We were in Las Vegas.

The thoughts, as they often do, snuck up on me.

Twenty years.

I hate NYE.  It depresses me.  I’ve never been crazy about it.  Too much pressure, too much stress, another year passing.

I imagine shooing these thoughts away, as one might shoo away a house mouse with a broom.  Go away, you little annoying thing; go back to your hole.



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