Hi Cuz

The difference of a year, eh?

1 year, 580-odd million miles — all the while, pirouettes — and we’ve come one great big circle and we’ve started off on another! It’s like we don’t get a minute to rest.

I’ve been very selfish recently — can’t help it, it seems. I’ve been so caught up in how I felt that I didn’t stop to consider how you felt to leave. You left and then so much unfolded — you know what? Forget that bullcrap, I’m just grateful you’re at peace now after all that turmoil.

All those missed opportunities and all those never to make amends’ — boy, I sure know you’re gone.

To another year my cousin — here’s looking at ya’! Take care.

Tomos James