joy, comes sadness; after pleasure, comes pain... Melancholy sets in, the usual aftermath of New Year celebrations (in my case).
This year especially, January fills me with foreboding. Some might ask, 'Why'?
Every so often, the calendar dates of one year repeat in due order a former year.
2010 is such a year. If my memory is working, 1984, a year made infamous by George Orwell, stands out as one of particular pain and sorrow.
I lost my 'be all and end all'; the 'rock upon which my life was built'. Does that sound too dramatic? Not to me! The person who left my life suddenly and permanently was my father.