Looking back on the previous year as one usually does during this time, it’s hard to believe where I’m at now. Considering a year ago was when I “saved” Christmas because my parents were too busy taking care of my grandma to set up decorations or even buy presents. I suppose a lot of why I’m here has to do with those events that happened a year ago. When I got the call New Year's Day from my brother telling me to come home because things “didn’t look good” I was still hung over and my body aching from the run home from the less than stellar New Years Eve festivities. I remember running home from fraternity village alone and drenched in a mixture of rain and champagne in order to pass out in my own bed. After hanging up and chugging a liter of water and taking a concoction of vitamins and aspirin to quell the raging headache I got in my car and followed my chicken scratch directions to the Hospice. There I was, hung over and at my grandmother’s death bed with the whole family watching over her. "Why did I go out and party the night before?" I would regret later. I don’t think you can ever be the same when you witness a loved one take their last breathe-- especially when they’re dying of cancer; it truly is a terrible way to go. What a way to ring in the New Year! I spent my 23rd birthday in the funeral home and that night was the sickest I’ve ever been after catching the 24hr flu. I missed my grandma’s funeral the next day because I was still sick and looked like someone had given me two black eyes as the continuous vomiting of birthday cake burst all the blood vessels under my eyes. I still regret not going to this day.
Bonne anne!
Happy New Years!
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