I'm only two Christmas cards into my list of approximately eleven thousand (because, big family) and I've already shed my first tears. I brilliantly decided to combine my holiday missives with my thank-yous to those who reached out to me via cards, e-mails, or visits when my Dad died.
And by brilliant, I mean stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Time to go medicate with some red wine, I guess. But before I do, I should note that I have no expectations for this season. I will put on my game face, and I do have some lovely visits and celebrations planned to which I am unabashedly looking forward. And,I know that I will enjoy them. But there will be moments when the reality surfaces, like styrofoam in water, that I am an orphan. That my parents are gone, and that the family norm must once again be re-set.
So, if I need to disappear... If I need some quiet time... If I spend an excessive time in the bathroom... Please know that it's not personal. Or outrageous bowel trouble. I just need some time to gather myself before I return in good humor and smiles.
And by brilliant, I mean stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Time to go medicate with some red wine, I guess. But before I do, I should note that I have no expectations for this season. I will put on my game face, and I do have some lovely visits and celebrations planned to which I am unabashedly looking forward. And,I know that I will enjoy them. But there will be moments when the reality surfaces, like styrofoam in water, that I am an orphan. That my parents are gone, and that the family norm must once again be re-set.
So, if I need to disappear... If I need some quiet time... If I spend an excessive time in the bathroom... Please know that it's not personal. Or outrageous bowel trouble. I just need some time to gather myself before I return in good humor and smiles.
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