Earlier this month I turned 32. It’s weird and a little annoying to have a birthday so close to the holidays, but I also like that I can take the new year literally. Some adults very much don’t do birthdays, claiming they’re not worth celebrating once you’re no longer a child. I am not one of those people. It’s a miracle to be alive another year.
Life is so precious, and so fragile. On New Year’s Eve my dad’s youngest brother, my beloved Uncle Chris, died suddenly and unexpectedly at home while cooking for his wife and twin boys. Christopher was the baby of the family, my grandparents’ 10th and last child. He was only 53.
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