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I’ve written here about going through all five classic stages of grief in 2020.

In some ways, Friday, the first day of 2021, will just be the day after Thursday. The same sun will chase the same moon it did the day before. We’ll wake up to the same challenges we went to bed with.

But I choose to see it as a dividing line. The world stopped in 2020, and I believe it will move forward again in 2021. I’ll see the children and grandchildren I haven’t seen in over a year. I’ll gather with family and friends to grieve the ones who won’t join us again. I’ll get a vaccination, I’ll dance in a street, and I’ll hope for a world moving forward again.

Like never before, I’ll wish each of you a safe, peaceful 2021.

I’ll wish you hope.


Happy 2021!