It's Hard Being a Human

I would be amiss if I didn’t post about New Year’s on New Year’s, even though I’ve been “name-dropping” it for weeks now.

As long as I can remember, I’ve spent New Year’s Eve with my family. My mom and dad when they were together, my meemaw, or my parents (my mom and Henry.)

I now sit here, in my mom’s living room. Thoughts of years prior go through my mind.

Henry’s chair is empty. He and I are not out back lighting fireworks. There are no cheesy decorations. There are no glasses waiting for us at midnight.

It isn’t the same.

We are here.. and he is not…and it’s weird.

And man… I wish I was ringing in the New Year with that old man!