I won’t be home for Christmas this year. Mine or my parents’. My dogs won’t be with me, and we won’t even be celebrating as a complete family on Christmas Day.
That’s the bad news.
The good news is that we will all be together as a family, celebrating the season, the day, the hope and each other.
It doesn’t matter *where* we celebrate, what matters is that we are all there, together. We love each other, like each other, support each other and celebrate each other.
We all will grieve this first Christmas without my father, but we know how much he loved having everyone together, safe and happy. We will miss him but to be sad would not honor him. He always hated to see his girls sad or hurt.
So we will take his lessons and carry on, with joy and love, and celebrate this season of our lives.
Merry Christmas to all. May the Joy of the Season give light to your life.