January smelt of sorrow- it usually does. For what, I do not know, but every year I hope to figure it out and make sure to avoid it in twelve months. Oh well, better luck next year.
There are some thoughts and memories that you try to lock away and throw away the key- those **** thoughts that open the floodgates of torment and shame if thought about for just a moment.
Grief is inevitable. Everyone will pass- they will turn to memories and all you can do to prepare is make sure you made an abundance of them for that inevitable day.