Widow's Voice: Speaking to the Ghost of Christmas Past

Widow's Voice: Speaking to the Ghost of Christmas Past: The day Phil died, my world was irrevocably changed. No amount of crying, wishing, or begging could switch my new reality back to the realit...

Christmas Again

December-how did you get here? Time unmeasurable, heart still broken, life unfathomable. Tears are always at the ready these December days. Dragging the tree up the stairs, tears. Ornaments unpacked, tears. Shopping, tears. Amazingly though, the world has colour. Glitter, sparkle, lovely melodies, lights, beauty. Tears make lovely colours around all the bright objects.

Doug, we love you forever and always.