I love my family but we are re-hashers. We talk, a lot. We go over things again and again as a way to make sense, to understand, to bring things into the light from other perspectives. That being said, I had anticipated being with family, talking about the pain, giving voice to what remains unsaid during day to day life, was going to be another hurdle, another challenge, a day of truly just going through the motions to come out on the other side..hopefully still standing. Well, I am here. I survived.
Tomorrow will be another day filled with reminders of what has been lost. Hopefully, it will also bring a renewed hope that we will get through this together. Life is for the living.
Merry Christmas, my friend. I love you.