Year anew

Once a year the world stops for a moment to pay homage to the year that has passed and celebrate the possibilities of the year to come.

Having a loved one battle a terminal illness felt, to me, like trying to hold hourglass sand in your hands.  Even if you succeed at first, at some point the sand falls faster and faster. You try to squeeze your fingers together, but it only slips through faster and faster.

And then your hands are empty. All the sand is gone.

I bid adieu to 2013 and humbly, yet boldly, hope 2014 is kinder.