Good morning all. It is that time of year again. The stockings are all hung up and presents are wrapped. If you are like my family, they are hiding in the closet because the 3-year-old wants to open them all. It is also the time of year where I always realize that there will always be an empty stocking on the mantel and unopened presents under the tree.
This is the time of year I feel the absence of my son the most. He would be 12-years-old this year. He would probably be playing on his phone and ignoring everyone, like my 13-year-old does. However, I will never know.
It has been 10 years now since my little boy earned his wings and not a day goes by that I do not miss him. Christmas used to be my favorite holiday, the time of year I looked forward to the most. Now, though I still love the time of year, I am always saddened to know that he won’t be opening those presents under the tree.
We always make sure he is included in our celebrations though. We hang a cardinal on the tree and there is one in the flowers decorating the dining room table. In our house, we view cardinals as angels from heaven, so we always have a place for him, albeit in our hearts. He is represented.
I want to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday Season. No matter your beliefs or where you are from, have a wonderful season and may your new year be full of inspiration and success.Advertisements
How do you let go, when you couldn’t say goodbye?
How do you move on, when all you want to do is cry?
The tears flow freely, never seeming to end.
You face the day, forced to smile and pretend.
The sorrow is brightened by the flowers on display.
Their color reminds you of the games you used to play.
Again the tears find you,ripping and tearing your heart.
Your heart is broken, you are falling apart.
The emptiness that is left, leaves a hole nothing can fill.
Though it was years ago it hurts you still.
When innocence is lost, it is the worst kind of pain.
It destroys your mind until it makes you insane.
Answers are not given, understanding never arrives.
The sorrow still grows, on your insanity is thrives.
Flowers each year to commemorate the day.
Flowers for sorrow, because there are no words you can say.
Nothing explains it, the pain that is making you blue.
Nothing contains it, as it is slowly killing you.