Good fucking riddance 2016, you utter bastard. Let try looking at the last bit of horrible news last night of more tragic events in Turkey - try to decide it's a last desperate flailing effort of 2016 to ruin lives and break our hearts. Try not to think of it as a new year thing, more of as another bastarding item on the hideous 2016 list of deaths. 💖💖
In response, hold your friends and family as hard and long as your can. Love them as dearly as possible. Change lives with inspiration and although I know our love can't melt guns or stop trucks, try to be a good person to cancel out a drop of the sadness all around us. We are human and our nature is to protect the things and people we love - this nature has taken a wrong turn in some people and make them destructive towards the things that aren't their own or fitting in with their lives.
Be a part of the good you see in others - and don't ever be afraid to love and be loved. Say it often and with courage. This is the most important thing in the world (like happiness in the form having the giggles all evening so much so you wake up with an aching jaw). Enjoy what you have. Nothing is promised to you.
(note - I put this on Facebook early morning 1st Jan and was pleased enough with it to transfer here. It's not often I'm pleased enough with my own writing to put it 'out there', but this is one that I think everyone can see a little of themselves in. I lost two friends and the mum of one of my closest friends this last year, and I'm broken by the death of David Bowie knowing I'll never see him live in concert (a few people like my dad were lucky enough to, and I'll never stop being jealous). If you like the last album, enjoy this incredibly engaging piece written by Bowie, sung by Micheal C Hall, aka 'Dexter' - fellow Cancer patient. That shouldn't be relevant, but the depth of his talent not just for emulating the great man, but getting into my soul with this makes it feel very relevant. It happens to be on my 'last list' (funeral list of music requests).
