The past year had so much to remember.

My trip to FWA, my and Brandon’s graduation, my presidency of my alma mater’s GSA, hosting a drag show, two months of comparative post-graduation calm. But the past year began on a violently lurching note, from partying with Connie at Club Mix on New Year’s Eve to being told one or two days later that she would be dealing with cancer treatment for the rest of her life. The past year happened to be “her life”.

This year has begun differently. It began while I was working at Dominos, and I didn’t even notice until several minutes later. I don’t expect the nasty surprises of last year, the constant worries and fears over Connie’s life or health to plague us, or her, this time around.

Things will be different. We four are not how we were on 1/1/13. And I’m glad for that.