So, ahem, here we are, 2009. You look well. Have you been working out a bit? Um... hope you are doing well in your retirement home... hope that your Bocce ball games and 4:30 dinners are satisfactory... hope that...um.
Look, I'll be honest, 2009, I'm kinda thankful for your departure. You weren't a bad year, really. (That would be your predecessor. *) You simply had some necessary difficult components contained within you. You were a year of estrangement, financial hardship, difficult decisions, waiting, disappointments and upheaval. Hard stuff.
But you were also a year of forgiveness, reconciliation, hope, prayer, thankfulness and learning to live happily with less. Good stuff.
In the end, I will probably remember you with fondness. You just won't be invited over for brunch much.
*Just for posterity's sake, here's what my letter to 2008 would have looked like...
You stink. We are no longer on speaking terms. I'm cutting you out of the will.
Goodbye and good riddance,