This guy. Right here.
I’m hoping for a calm year. 2015 was hard. It wasn’t, oh, say, 2012 hard for me (Fuck you, 2012), but it was hard. Big highs, sharp lows. But — and despite a severe illness that had him touch and go for a bit, on top of congestive heart failure — 2015 did not get Corbie. We rang in the New Year with him pressed close while we noshed and watched videos and drank bubbly. (Beth and I still observe the Eastern Time New Year, not the Pacific Time New Year. That way,
we’ll I’ll actually be up for it.)
I did not think, when we got his diagnosis, that we’d have him in 2016. And we do.
That is worth celebrating.