By Johna Till Johnson
In December 2016, Vlad’s best friend Dan came to visit.
Their friendship dated back to the beginning of graduate school. Now it was a lifetime ago. A lifetime that for one of them would soon be over.
I can’t remember why, but Dan and I went out one dark evening to get something. We had to cross Park Avenue. But as we came up to the street, we saw it was crowded with people. There was no traffic.
Voices filled the air, and we realized they were singing… Christmas carols.
People singing Christmas carols! On Park Avenue!
Dan and I turned to each other, delight and wonder in our eyes. Who knew that in cosmopolitan New York City, such a thing could happen?
We stayed with the crowd and sang for a while, savoring the moment’s sweetness. Despite everything that was happening, there was light in darkness.
For a couple of years, that memory remained isolated.
I wondered, but did not know, why one dark December night there would be people on Park Avenue singing Christmas carols. It remained a mystery. But it was enough that it happened.
After the Christmas party, there would be the annual lighting of the trees on Park Avenue. With caroling.
Now it all became clear. And a new memory was created. Light in darkness, yes. And also laughter, and cookies, and lemonade, and homemade Christmas tree ornaments.
And caroling on Park Avenue.
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