Christmas is Here: Hold on Tight
Jack Frost, Adam's Favorite Christmas Ornament
The tree is trimmed, lights are on the house, a wreath at the front door. Cards arriving… unwritten cards in a box waiting for my attention. I can’t seem to pick up a telephone to call a friend, nor a pen to write a note. I’m doing what I need to do, but I feel like I’m walking through a pea-soup fog.
On January 11, it will be two years since my beautiful boy passed from this world. I still can’t believe it. It hits me most when I am in the car or in the shower. That’s when I cry the most.
I thank God for the strength to continue to live and to love. I’m incredibly blessed with my loving son, Andre, who makes me laugh, and gives me hope. I’m blessed with a family of strong survivors who know what matters. We don’t focus on pettiness in our family, we’ve lost too much. We’re holding on tight.
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