Dearest Grandchildren, I am composing this letter on behalf of my generation, widely known as the Millennial generation to document the series of rather grim events that unfolded at the start of the year. I will continue Part II of this letter at the end of the year in a much more positive note, I hope.
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year. It’s that time when the sun is shining, the birding are singing and the flowers are blooming. It brings forth the renewal of life from the harsh cold winter; right before Summer and all those ‘Suns out, Guns out’ posts that plague social media outlets.