2016I hated the term “Fuck 2016″. I was so miserable and in denial, I became a bit of a

2016

I hated the term “Fuck 2016″. I was so miserable and in denial, I became a bit of a dick about it. I didn’t want to admit there was nothing better to say at times. Ya know? 

Sometimes you can’t rationalize what’s happened. You can’t give meaning to a death or a loss. It doesn’t changed the facts. You just have to mourn and let others do the same.

On Tuesday Carrie died.  My office was empty. I don’t think I spoke to a single person until I left for the day and chatted with the guy at the front desk and it kinda finally hit me.  This comic is sloppy, but I hope the gist is clear. Give yourself time to mourn, talk to people, let them do the same. Please.

I wish you all peace, love and many victories in 2017. To a happier new year!