After all the tears and guilt, we spent Christmas Day in our own way, quietly, soberly, thoughtfully. Just as we wanted to. We celebrated the day, the special time together, the memories, our passion for each other. We didn't miss being with a lot of people, trying to outdo each other with food, drink and gifts.
And we had time to listen to each other, walk, laugh, cry. It was beautiful. We both felt refreshed, and excited about the New Year. We made plans, for work, for holidays, for house renovations. Mom's diagnosis two years ago at Christmas, her short, savage illness, and our grief had really taken it out of us.
I hope that in years to come these memories will fade, to be replaced by happier times at Christmas once again.