December 2nd.
November 30th.
Christmas approaches while the death dates linger with me. The loss of parents is dramatic, altering the way we see and feel for an immeasurable time span afterward.
We’re trapped in the past while trying to prevent the future as we self-medicate in prayer or various forms of self-abuse. Notch-blind to the present as we desperately try to iron out the history left unsatisfactory.
Try as I may, I am at a loss for an answer as I continue to clean out the Cape Cod. Perhaps Santa Claus will bring the winds of change to move me forward.
More importantly, how do we improve the world of children suffering loss as you read this? I would gladly sacrifice my holiday to bring smiles to their faces.
Let us not forget how fortunate we are this holiday.
I hope you and your family enjoy Christmas, as well as each other’s company.
God Bless
