I spent most of the day with family; we gathered at my mother's house and there was too much food and too much wine and too much television. Way too much sugar in too many forms. And I wonder if I will ever get used to feeling so alone in such a crowd. Five nieces and nephews, three of my siblings, my mother...and I did not hear one person say her name all day. That's a lot of silence amidst all that noise.
Christmas Past - ca. 1991
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Merry Christmas to you and to Britt, dear. Even with all the silence, I bet there was still an angel on that tree.
I thought of you and Britt most especially when I was waiting for my girl to come to my house from her dad's. It's those times when I think of you, and what if she wasn't walking through that door at noon?
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