It's a quarter of an hour into 2008 (well, in my time zone, anyways. deviantART seems to think otherwise) and all is right with the world. This past year has been absolutely terrible for me in my family. Wrought with tears and pain that I've not seen before in my entire life.

And it all started, quite literally, on January 1, 2007. I wake up at 6 in the morning to find out my only Grandpa is dead. A couple months later, and my not-even-thirty cousin was no longer among us. Shortly thereafter, my mother narrowly avoided some ovarian disease, only to almost immediately be slapped in the face with breast cancer. Aside from my mother's treatment, all went well for a couple more months. Then what happens? Both of my Grandmothers are in the hospital for various reasons. And one of them very nearly died, from what I can tell. I know I consided it a miracle she's still around.

Feh, all I've learned from this year is that seven isn't lucky if it's preceded by a two and two zeroes. I've never been so glad for a year to be over and done with.

Here's to better times in 2008!