The ice has glazed the fallen snow. A quarter moon silvers the ground. I wrap my arms around myself to brace against the cold and watch as my breath mists into the air.
A week has passed. The days ebb and flow. Get up, go on, lay down. I go forward. I work. I play. I cook, and clean, and fold, and put way, and answer and question and finally close my eyes. She's gone. The first Christmas I can remember without her... without her voice, her hands, but not her gifts. She chose a gift for me. She chose a gift for me before she died. A pottery lamb.
Carols ring hollow. Words fall carelessly. I operate on automatic.
Its been a beautiful Christmas. A charming Christmas. Beautiful gifts, bountiful food, good company... and yet. And yet.
Merry Christmas Gran. Wherever you are, the light shines brighter.
1 comment:
Such a hard time to lose someone so important to you... no time is easy but the holidays are just harder. Thinking of you...
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