Part of me feels like I should be writing something profound and moving on the last night of 2015.
The bigger part of me feels like I don’t have to if the right words won’t come — and I’m okay with that.
There’s not much I can say about 2015 that I haven’t already written about, so all I’ll say here are the five things my father believed every child should be taught to say in complete sincerity.
To everyone in my life, and to those who have left it but might still come back here to visit…if you know me well, you know what I mean to say to you with each one of these.
I forgive you.
I give you my word.
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Happy New Year.