It’s Christmas.
And like the others before : the ones that I struggled through your absence,
I will try to smile and face yet another one…
Without you here.
Christmas’s of yesteryear:
Memories of a small boy, grinning ear to ear as you opened your gifts… gifts that you had probably snooped to find in the days before, still
the excitement you couldn’t contain as you pulled the wrapping paper away…it’s those memories that hold me now, in the silence of your absence, on Christmas Day.
Oh how you loved the pumpkin pie and the meal before it! I could never figure out where you put all that food, but you always wanted more. You loved everything about Christmas.
I’ve adorned the tree with all the special ornaments of the past and a few new ones that make me think of you. I think you’d like the tree this year. It’s pretty bare like a Charlie Brown tree, but it’s full of love and full of light, and there’s so much of you and your brothers and sister amongst the branches.
I burn a candle beside all the photos I have of you on the mantle. Buddy’s ashes are with you there, and the astronaut music snowglobe that I have no doubt you led me to back in Nov. I think that you like how we remember you with astronauts and rocketships. And dragonflies.
Merry Christmas in Heaven Sam, if indeed you still celebrate such earthly things where you are. Maybe it’s just nostalgia for you now, as I’m sure that Heaven is filled every day with love and light, and pumpkin pies.
Give Buddy and Reg, Duke and all our pets that have gone on ahead that I’m sure you’ve gathered close while you all wait, a scratch on the chin and a belly rub. I’ll be with you all again one day. ❤️
Merry Christmas sweet Sammy. I love you, and I miss you so much.
For the Love of Sam 