Bad News on Christmas Day
At the end of the evening on Christmas Day, everything was quiet and dark outside and I was alone. The food had been put away, my Christmas favorites had been watched, and my guests had left. I felt melancholy creeping over me steadily and just when I was about to lose myself in some brooding before bed, I got a phone call. My mom's voice wavered. A family friend died a few days ago, suddenly and far too early. The news had been left at her place, but she'd been at my house all day.
I'm embarking on a trip today that I've been planning for a while, but I'll probably be heading back early for the viewing and funeral. The pain I've felt lately still aches but I think it is closer to being put in its place.
I'm embarking on a trip today that I've been planning for a while, but I'll probably be heading back early for the viewing and funeral. The pain I've felt lately still aches but I think it is closer to being put in its place.