It’s still dark out and here I sit drinking coffee. I’m thinking about my kids and grandkids, hoping they are all safe and soundly sleeping in their beds. This Christmas, like quite a few in the past, we will not be together. But then again, they are all grown with families of their own. We’re spread out over the country, from Missouri to Georgia, Ohio to New Jersey, we are a scattered bunch.
It seems like just yesterday when they were all small, the oldest three in their teens and the youngest one a cute little blond toddler, all of them anticipating tonight when they would get to open at least one gift. Then tomorrow we would have a dinner and just enjoy each other, watch football if there was any, listen to my youngest son play the guitar and laugh at the youngest daughter talking so excitedly that her words all ran together! Now they are all grown and living far away, some with teenage children of their own.
We all think of days gone by. Sometimes they seem like the only good days there will ever be are the ones long past.
Oh well, I’ll move along, just melancholy today.
Later.
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