An evening of grief once turned into my most liberating New Year's Eve | Shanti Nelson
Briefly

"This year will be different, I told myself. I decided I'd watch other people celebrate as I counted down to midnight with bottomless cups of decaf Earl Grey, grilled cheese on rye and a wildly optimistic list of resolutions for my new Moleskine planner."
"It had been 12 years since losing my mom to a brain tumor, and four years since losing my dad on my 41st birthday. It wasn't until after he died that I found my mom's ashes at the foot of his bed, wrapped in her favorite light blue cotton sweater."
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