Over the course of the next week or so, I will be putting up entries reflecting upon how that one year that only ended just a little over half a month ago. Tonight, I start with January.

January, the month of my birth.

Well, what can I say? I don't even remember the clock hitting midnight on New Year's Eve that officially started off 2008. By then I had already had my fair share to drink in celebration with my friends. All in all, it was an amazing way to start off my New Year, and I got off to it on a good note. The next couple of weeks went along smoothly, Christina and I were having a great relationship, all was good, until my birthday.

Christina got hold of me, and told me she was in the hospital due to an appendicitis, a very severe one. Even with that, she was more focused on the fact it was my birthday, she sent me her wishes that I have a good birthday and told me she would talk to me tomorrow.

Tomorrow would never come for me. Someone (Unknown to me and her at the time, and remains unknown yet to this day) seized the opportunity and twisted it into something evil. Making me believe she was dead, and making her believe that I abandoned her in her time of need of fighting through her situation.

As quickly as my New Year started on a good note, it went quickly downhill, like the sound of a latch releasing as you are prepared to be sent on your downhill on a roller coaster. I would spend the rest of my month in denial that she was gone, and on top of that, with the added stress of becoming a shift runner/assistant manager at Domino's Pizza, I walked into the dark path that was laying in front of me, blinded to see what is in front of me, and just had to be prepared for whatever I would come across.

This month was the sign of things to come. And even now, in this New Year, I am barely just nearing the end of my path, but I still can't see what is to come, it is still shrouded in darkness, and I bitterly must be prepared for whatever obstacle I may be presented with next.