the year is killing people—
that’s what we’re saying.
it’s been a tough year, for
sure. some of us have felt the
killing of our spirits, of our efforts
and voice and purpose in this place.
but every year, people die.
every year, people kill
each other, themselves. and
every year, people rise up, with-
stand hardship, come back to
life and reach out a hand to each
other. this year is just another year;
another man-made construct in
time and space. it is what we make
it; it is what we choose to honor and
remember and take with us deep into
the next phase. this death is just another
death, which is just another door. let it
not be said that the year is killing people;
nor that people are killing years. let us stand—
tall and alive—as we take the floor, as we take
back our spirit, as we cherish the memories
of those who have passed, the touch of their
tragic-beautiful lives living on in us and through
us as we continue to live, to love, to strive.