The new year came quietly for me. Open sky and sun, a light
breeze chasing the summer heat away as my father and I walked among the flowers
of the park and admired the art show displays. Later in the evening, there was
a pleasant dinner at a nice little spot out in the neighborhoods away from the
hustle of the city. It’s different with just the two of us, but we laugh when
we remember her and it’s nice to share the memories without the pall of grief
hanging over us.
At one point I tipped my glass to no one in particular and smiled when others looked at me oddly. A small gesture just to show I remembered, even if there was no fanfare to follow it...
