This day doesn’t mean anything to a
best friend of mine and he can’t conceive why it would be a big deal to anyone else either. Probably because it hasn’t meant anything in the past for him.
For me, this time last year I was on a plane home with my buddies from my first overseas travel, South island of New Zealand. I missed home, my family, and my girlfriend very much. I landed with my last $50 in my wallet and took her to dinner and had a night that although I won’t forget, is already a distant memory only 8760 hours later.
I don’t have that family or that girl in my life anymore and that’s why this day isn’t just like all the rest.