Early in the morning I awakened when the house was still quiet. Sitting in the living room, dark except for the softly blinking lights on the Christmas tree, my thoughts are many. I was actually awakened by the ding of my phone, a message coming from a friend letting me know she prayed for me today. Comfort. Six months ago my Daddy died. Christmas was completely without him for the first time in my life. Today I scattered dried rose petals on the pond and watched the wind carry them. Sometimes I feel peace. Most of the time, though, I just feel loss.
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