Please Come Home for Christmas …

If not for Christmas by New Years night.

December 25 2015

My first Christmas morning with no “Merry Christmas” from you.  No card in my stocking.  My first Christmas without you since 1970.  I didn’t like it.  I got through it, but I didn’t like it.  The chaos of watching grand babies open presents and a family and extended family breakfast and Christmas dinner with even more extended family – it just wasn’t the same.  It was wonderfully heart-warming.  Just not the same.

There is going to be an entire year of firsts.  Each one of them with the realization that every day will never be the same.  I am not sure I know how to do this thing called life without you.  I am trying.  I really am. But, every time my heart beats is a reminder that yours does not.  And my heart breaks all over again.

I love you.  Merry Christmas, honey.