So Christmas Day went a lot easier than I thought. I thought about my mom throughout the day, but I was genuinely happy, too. I fully enjoyed watching my kids open their presents and having some family & friends over to the house. There was a void, of course, but it was a good day.
My mom wasn't a very physically affectionate person. We'd get little pats on the shoulder when we were sad. But over the past few years, I'm glad I took every moment I could to snuggle up to her, share some space with her on the couch, put my head on her shoulder, or touch her in some other way. I miss her terribly, but I have no regrets about how I spent the time I had with her.
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