The older I get, the more noticeable it becomes as events clash with one another.
December is already marred as there was the anniversary of a funeral on the 18th.
January is forever marred by the events of 1984. What an appropriate year you might say with the Orwellian story '1984'.
33 years ago, but it feels much fresher in my memory. But, it isn't every day you lose someone that was of great importance to you. Or that their sudden demise coincided with your dear friend's birthday. The events of January 1984 resound across the years. At least nowadays I no longer sink so rapidly into the depths of despondency.
This is were social media raises its ugly head. There folk post poignant remembrances which at this time of year tend to hit a nerve.
Putting on my tech awareness 'hat', it makes me uneasy to read how much really personal information folk share so openly and so carelessly on-line. Less is more as in asking those folk to omit personal data, leave it stored safely in that most human of memory-banks - your brain.