New Year 1/1/11

Now is 1/1/11. So the New Year begins. The sky is overcast; raining heavily and very cold. It's midnight, fireworks sputter in the downpour, churchbells are tolling...  but there is no joy. I'm still sick with fever. Through the rain, I can still hear is Rania's mother wailing as the coffins were carried out of the church - "Mommy's beloved, come home".