You'd think this, that no one wants to be alone, and in most cases you'd be right, but not here.
I'll be alone, and it's by design.
I'll be dead before so very long, and Barb will have to go on. Sentiment would say, well, spend as much time as you can together while you can...
...but sentiment is stupid.
The relationships that my wife will need to sustain her after my death have to be built now, in relative peace and stability. The friends-that-may-be have to have the best chance to know her, now when things are more-or-less-OK, rather than when she's in crisis.
Holidays are a good get-together day, so I'm encouraging her...if you're invited, go.
I live by Big Boys' Rules, and while Barb's absence on those festive days isn't by any means my preferred choice, it's the right thing to do for her.
And I'll be OK, with the dogs and some cigars and maybe The Santa Clause on the DVD player.
When you're doing the right thing, you'll always be OK.
It's not about me. It's about the team. And this team stands tall.
Speaking of The Santa Clause, here's some music from the imaginatively-named third film in the series, The Santa Clause 3. The song is The Greatest Time Of Year, by Aly and AJ.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.