I’m the dumb girl
Don’t think I’ve ever spent a New Year’s Eve completely alone.
In 2006, I went to a restaurant around the way with Alison called Citrus. It’s now called Playa Betty.
In 2016, I spent it in the hospital with Alison. As I did on 2015. She felt bad I was spending New Year’s Eve with her there.
Her: You should be out there having fun. Or at least be with our son.
Me: Heaven wouldn’t be heaven if you weren’t there and hell wouldn’t be hell if you were. You’re here, I’m here. It’s how it’s supposed to be.
That was her; even with cancer, she was worried about me and my happiness.
Mouse dropped by with some flowers and tried to get me to see people, but I just wasn’t in the mood. Lviv dropped me a nice note, too.
Me: You feel good about this new year?
Her: I felt good being at home with family. I never had a chance to spend NYE in New York but this year, I didn’t have that FOMO feeling.
I suppose that’s it; there’s nothing to miss out on. I’m not lonely because I’m alone; I’m lonely because I don’t have my family.
So, I guess everything was how it was supposed to be.
On that note, here’s the saddest happy song in the world.
The girl keeps hoping the guy will get better but the guy knows he won’t be there to keep her company and feels terrible about it:
Soon you’ll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me
That was Alison. She wasn’t so much sad to go, as she was sad to leave me and the boy.
And I was the dumb girl in the song thinking everything would be ok.
Me: Happy New Year, Alison. I wish you were here.