I died in 2020, figuratively speaking.
I found life again in 2021, and with that, I found another hope.
2021 to 2022 We, with Jeff and Tai and the cats, welcomed 2022 in Joshua Tree. That was fun, filled with laughter. To me, it was filled with hope. I woke up early in the morning, ran outside and felt the first sunlight of 2022. I told myself to raise hope to have faith.
2022 to 2023, I drove to Lady of Peace, praying for peace, wisdom and strength.
2023 to 2024, I drove to San Francisco, alone, with an empty heart, filled with sorrow, nostalgia, hopeless, love, angry and understanding.
Is this man Me?
An empty park in Sunnyvale during the new year long weekend. Hopefully, it will be filled with joy and laughter, and so does 2024.
