My first Christmas since Phillip's death is now ending. It was hard just as I knew it would be. I had loving invitations to family gatherings but I chose to remain here in my apartment ... alone ... without a scrap of Christmas decoration. Next year I will place a beautiful wreath on my front door and I will joyfully embrace the holiday with Children, grandchildren, close friends and sweet relatives ...
But not this year ...
Not yet.
This year I needed to be alone.
I played the music Phillip and I loved best as memory revisited twelve wonderful Christmases shared with each other. Those years and those celebrations were the happiest either of us had ever known.
Sun is setting now ...
Day is done.
