Christmas without him isn’t Christmas.
Magicless snow falls, waiting to be played with, as twinkling lights adorn a room that somehow remains dark.
A beautiful dinner (that I have no appetite for) awaits. Family and friends surround me. But he’s gone. Happiness left when he did…
Maybe I should apologize.
Alyce Clark still believes in and hopes for peace.
If he is alive and you unjustly caused him to leave, apologize. Might not help but won’t hurt.
Sounds like a lonely time….Not maybe, do!
Edythe and Ruth, thank you both for reading and commenting. This story was fictional, but if it had been based on real life events I would definitely have taken your advice!
The beauty of writing—how we each read thru our own lens. Having lost my husband in July, I thought one needn’t apologize to friends and family for the inability to rejoice in the season.
Carol, thank you for taking the time to comment. I am so very sorry for your loss. Hoping that with time and healing, happiness will find you and present new reasons to rejoice.