It has been four years since Grandma Kima celebrated her last birthday.
I wrote about this
last January 1, and I don't think I can really add all that much now. Except to say that, this time around,
vladiatorr wound up working during the New Years Eve and, since I didn't have any plans, I decided to mark it at his bar.
After everybody drank to the New Year, Vlad asked me if I wanted something to drink. He got me one of his non-achololic coctails. And, quietly, I toasted in the general direction of the east.
С Новыи Годом и С Днём Рождения, Бабушка Кима.
As I've said before, I don't think Grandma Kima would want me to spend the New Years sad. And I wasn't. Thinking about her did make me think of all the good times. It was bittersweet, yes, but the sweetness is the importnat part.
It just didn't feel right not to acknowledge her. And what this day meant to me, and will mean to me.
Now and forever.