Reflections at holiday time
The holiday season is always a time when we seem to miss our loved ones the most, regardless of why they are no longer with us. The first is always a bit harder, but this is the fifth holiday season since we lost our son, and the hurt is still there. The tree is up and the shopping is well underway, but a small bit of the joy has left us. My sister-in-law has Christmas stockings she has made over the years that span four generations. They will hang in her great room along the open side of her stairway. The names of those, thankfully very few at this point, who are no longer with us are poignant reminders of their presence.