She sits alone in her appartment. And drinks her champaigne. She mentally toasts to all her friends she is not with. She wishes them the very best in the new year.

Currently she is greatful. She has such wonderful friends. They all are unique and special in their own way. Its a peaceful contemplation she has, her and her bubbily.

She hopes that in the coming months that her friend finds strength to press on. She knows that he has a difficult battle ahead of him. Losing a parent is never easy, regardless of age. She trusts that he will rely on her when need be. But sometimes she feels its not enough. Words can only do so much.

She then thinks of her other friend. On the way to starting a career. She feels hopeful for him as well, She knows he will eventually be working in a job, where he feels appreciated and respected. All the best to him as well. She raises her glass in his honor.

She hopes that the two of them knew how much they meant to her. And how special they truly are.