The holiday season is a lot less happy with you gone. In one sense I'm so glad 2016 is almost over with all the pain it's caused. On the other hand, it feels wrong to start a new year without you. My only comfort is hoping that somewhere you're surrounded by love and warmth, and that 2017 will be a year of hope.
I know what I'll be hoping for. To see you again, to have you back, to have this all be a bad dream.
My birthday was this week, and my wish went to you. As I blew out the candles, I wished for your safety, your happiness, and (selfishly) your return.
Happy New Year, C. Sending you a big hug and all my love.