On New Year’s Eve, alone in bed
Tears fall silently, hearts heavy as lead
While others celebrate with cheer and glee
I’m lost in memories of you and me
Another year gone by, without your light
Dreams of laughter, of moments bright
I wish you were here, by my side
Drinking fake liquor, our hearts open wide
Watching cheesy movies, a comfort in the night
Your presence missed, a void so bright
Success achieved, yet feelings of despair
Without you here, life feels unfair
I raise a toast to you, my dear son
In the quiet darkness, where the tears run
May the new year bring moments sweet
And memories of us, in love complete
I miss the days when my son was little and everything was so interesting and fun. I remember wanting to let him stay up until midnight on New Year's, but my mother, "Wouldn't let me let him." She would tell him at 11Pm That it was the new year. Since we lived in Wisconsin, we were on central time. So the ball would drop on TV at midnight in New York. Kids are so innocent and they believe everything you tell them. Not sure what was so bad about letting him stay up until midnight, telling him the truth, and us falling asleep in the living room, but apparently I was, "Crazy" for thinking that way.
I remember watching Dick Clark's final ball drop. My mother was angry that he was on TV. "He shouldn't be doing that. He sounds so stupid. That was dumb to put him on there. He's bad," etc. She was laughing, like it was funny that he couldn't talk. Like his illness was a flaw in himself. No wonder I, and many others fear public speaking and have social anxiety. Some of us grow up in households where all they do is make fun of people. I look at this episode, and I think, "How courageous of him. Knowing people are going to laugh and point and make fun. Good for him!"
Any who... I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year's Eve. Be responsible!
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