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.
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.