A Toast to Surviving 2025

2025 was a hard year. A dark year. We lost people. We were sick.

We had to endure things we never planned for. Every one of us. In our own way.

And still — now, at Christmas — we can see something else.

That we’re still here. That we think of each other. That we walked this

road together, even when it looked different for everyone. Thank you for being there.

For staying. For walking with us. Let’s raise a glass to having survived

this year. Not because it was easy. But because it matters. And to the hope

that 2026 will be a little kinder to all of us.