There are seasons of grief.
When the first holiday season without a loved one approaches, the weight of the world feels heavy. When the second season arrives, life becomes substantially harder—reality sets in, quiet is a constant companion, and joy doesn’t return to our bones. We are reminded of being alone."
You might think Bill's poem would be sad but is isn't. It is joyful and uplifting.
A Christmas Wish for my Mom. {Poem} — by Bill Rugg
https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/12 ... -mom-poem/
