It’s December 28th–three days left in the year! The Christmas tree is still up. The candles are still in the windows. Even with the fireplace lit, there has been a bit of a chill in the air this season.
I miss Mom!
Except for two years when I was overseas in the Army, I’ve always spent some part of Christmas with Mom. No matter where I lived, my family and I either went home, or she came to us. When pastoral duties interfered with Christmas Day, I visited her for New Years.
The season has felt strangely silent this year. I feel old.
I’ve known other times of loss, but Christmas didn’t feel this way on those occasions. Dad died in 1999–on New Year’s Day. We had watched him die slowly for years, receding into an Alzheimer’s world where we couldn’t go. When he died I felt relief. I didn’t feel…
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