What's so special about a new year?
It's just the turning of another page in that big damn book call 'history'.
Sure there are gatherings; certainly I'd like to hang out with friends;
But there are no true feelings of "celebration" in it for me.
My uncle and I had never been particularly close; but blood IS thicker than water and that warm feeling in my heart does mean something.
Many years ago...
He had made a mistake, and he had fled, fearing the consequences.
He had hurt those who loved him, and those whom he loved.
But he had returned, he had been judged and punished. He had paid the price for his mistakes.
(If I follow a religion I'd pray to my god; but since I don't)
I wish for him the peace and happiness that he now deserves.
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