It’s Christmas Eve, Mama. I thought of you today, when I read my favorite childhood book, The Night Before Christmas. You and Dad gave it to me. I sat before our Christmas tree and read it aloud to make a video for my granddaughters.
It’s your tree, Mama. In memory of you. I dressed it in all of your favorite Christmas ornaments this year.
It’s a beautiful little tree, Mama, graceful and delicate, like you were. Shining and majestic in its own way.
It’s your presence I miss the most, Mama—the first Christmas I’ve experienced without you in the world. So, I dressed myself in one of your black and white sweaters, and wrapped myself in your red Christmas cape. We took you out to dinner with us. Whenever I looked down at my outfit, I thought of you, and your unfailing, unconditional love for me.
It’s okay, Mama, I am truly blessed because of your friendship for all those years. I will always miss you, until we are together again. Merry Christmas. #Grief #Alzheimers #loss #bereavement