I was more excited than usual thinking about Christmas. For one, it would be the first time both of my children and I and their families were together in the past year. Since Christmas of 2014. It was also the last time we would be together before my daughter has her first baby. It meant a lot to me. But as things go in this world, expectations don't often pan out. This was the case this year.
I hadn't been in New Hampshire more than twenty-four hours when I started getting sick. I had never been sick on Christmas before. Ever. Friends knew what this year meant to me and called to see how it was going. Well, that began a bit of a landslide of conern. There is nothing like a phone call. Intonation, listening for clues, it says it all.
"You know you are puking your heart out," she said.
Words could not be more true. Time. It is all we have anyway.
Use it well.
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