It's Christmas Eve again. A date that comes around religiously every year. But this year is different. No Dad or Mom to head the family gathering, to sing again in the church choir. No Christmas mince pies made by Mother's loving hands, ever the perfect hostess ensuring that no-one is without anything their heart desires. No Dad to preside over matters, always ready with the answers to any questions on just about any subject. Both ever-smiling, ever-loving and ever there for us all.
It's going to be a difficult time and won't resemble any of the past Christmases, which have been characterised by fun and laughter and huge family gatherings. I think we'll all be quite relieved when it's over and we can continue to rebuild our lives without those who made us feel so unconditionally loved.
Peace on Earth and goodwill to Man. Love forever.
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