Tuesday, December 22, 2015

First Christmas Without...

 My Dad.  The Echo Valley Weather Dog. Snow. 

It's a hollow feeling Christmas, but Christmas still.  There have been and will be moments of good tidings, of peace, comfort and joy.  Many moments, doubtless.  And there'll be and have been  those other moments, too.  All in all it's hard.  And good, because that's living. 

No comments:

Post a Comment