Silent Night

It just isn't the same without you here. Even Chip said it was more fun with you around, and how he missed your kindness. You weren't there to stuff us full of food ("You gotta eat more! I don't care if you're on plate three, you're wasting away! Here's some pumpkin pie..."), or share a glass of wine, or have another discussion about the pagan roots of Christmas, or kvetch & gossip about various family members.

A few times I felt your presence, and I hope that wasn't just wishful thinking. I want to believe you were there, watching over me, wiping away my tears as I left your grave today.

Merry Christmas Mum. I love you & miss you dearly.