Well it was Christmas, again, without Raymond.
Yes, I cried many times, alone as to not to upset the family. Yet, these tears were more from remembering heart warming moments together. Very few tears were from heart break.
A new stage? Acceptance? I don't know. I still have so many times when I am angry.
It was a nice quiet Christmas and I think Raymond would have been happy with my choices for the boys. I know he would have loved the autoharp.
I saw a hawk flying several times up until Christmas day. He might have been there Christmas day too if I had left the house.
Now I just need to get through what would have been our 26th wedding anniversary and I will be set for another year.
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