With the death of Barb's dad, and the moving-away of her dearest friends, Christmas just isn't the same. She recently commented that, having no living parents, she's now the older generation, and that's a lonely place to be.
And there's me, seemingly worse by the day, with weird swellings, an unearthly paleness under my normally yellow-cast skin, and exaggeratedly careful movements, because everything hurts too much. It's hard for her to see.
It's so hard to feel Christmas-y.
I wish I could help.
How can we feel Christmas
when so much has changed?
When there has been so much loss,
and hearts are disarrayed?
How can we view the scenes
of families joined in joy
when only, now, in our dreams
can their presence we employ?
How can we drive pass the home
of friends who've moved away
without descent to sorrow-zone
for an empty Christmas Day?
Lights and trees won't heal the sorrow,
but, in Christ, there is tomorrow.
Here are Aly and A.J. with Greatest Time Of Year.
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.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.