“What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year.”
“He said he loved his son, that he'd just had a one-year birthday, so we started working that angle, and that seemed to be working. ... The only thing he wanted was to see his child. He told Kelly he wanted to say goodbye. Obviously we were not going to do that.”