It's Christmas..

The gifts have all been opened, Christmas breakfast dishes have been cleaned up, afternoon food has been prepared and set about, most of the kids have moved on to other places and celebrations. It is in this lull that I slipped off to my closet to cry the tears of longing for my parents. My heart hurts and my chest is heavy. Two years ago today was our last Christmas with them... the last of everything with them forever and ever. The pains of missing them is intense and the feelings of grief are right under the surface of my being. If I could stay in my closet..on my stool..all day long, I would; but I think if I went there I would never come out again. I have to force myself not to get lost in my grief, lest I never find my way back to the light.

 Peace.