Grieving and the holidays

Over the holidays, thoughts of the beautiful times I spent with my family growing up, just take over my daydreams. I so wish that I could relive the magical Christmas mornings with my Mother and Father. My father died in 2008 and the holidays are very, very hard to swallow now. I have two beautiful, grown sons and they are my joy. I only wish that they could have experienced the wonder of the holidays that was my family. We never lived close to my family while my sons were growing up, as my husband's job took us all over the United States, but we tried to get back East as much as possible to visit with the family. I  regret that I didn't try harder to take them more often, but it is a regret that I will have to live with now. Only beautiful thoughts and tall tales linger now. I so miss the ritual that was Christmas...with my family here and the ones that have gone on before me. I truly can not wait until the season comes to an end this year, as reality is not as wonderful as it once was. The fact remains that time marches on, things change, and nothing stands still...except for my aching heart. I love you, Dad. xoxo



Author: Patricia A. Colucci "My Father's Straw Hat" Tate Publishing Available on Amazon.com A book on personal grieving resulting from the death of my father.