Today, for me Christmas is about having less, giving to others and indulging in things that bring comfort and joy.
I can’t help but wonder: does my memory serve me? Or, have you have been gone so long that I can barely find the memory?
Like those stretchmarks, wrinkles, lines, the added height she has not seen, I am confronted with an intense grief.
I wish he was here. Such is the nature of grief.
I title each post-it “Dear” and the date. It is simple, but wonderful. Plus you don’t harm the book in the process, which is a thought which brings me a lot of simple joy.
So I will keep you in my heart
And in your heart keep mine
The memories will never fade
We’ll recall them from time to time