You’re now 11 days old, somehow. So far you’ve started with a bang and (hopefully) the last bit of the Snowpocalypse . 2015 saw my family saying good bye to three family members as they left this life. 2016 you are not starting off on a good foot by us also saying good bye to another uncle.
You’re the first year I won’t have my grammy around. I know some day that will become real, but it still has not. It barely had become real that grandpa was gone.
Irrevocable change has happened, and there will be more to come. I am just hoping it will be of a different nature than 2015’s change.
2016, I apprehensively look forward to what you contain.