This morning, I’m writing about grief and the holidays over at Shawn Smucker’s blog as part of his Advent Letters to Those We’ve Lost series.
This is my mom on our last Christmas with her.
Dear Mama,
This morning, I found out that we are, yet again, not pregnant. . . and all I want to do is turn on the Christmas tree lights, sit beside you, and hear you tell me about when you were surprised to find out you were pregnant. I want to ask your advice about our journey. I want to get some of the comfort you gave out like breath.
But you are not here . . . still and again. . .