It Is Christmas.
In spite of losing family members and friends over the years, I somehow believe I’ve never experienced true grief. Losing Xena has made life nearly impossible. And I don’t want to write about it.
But this morning, I woke up and made it all the way to the bathroom before I remembered that she wasn’t here. Before I realized that I was missing a limb. Before the tsunami of sadness hit again.
It is Christmas. The children are counting on a joyous Santa. But no one was counting on an empty stocking, hanging there as if it belonged.