Christmas Caring
“It’ll be different,” she said, the tears filling her eyes revealing what her determined smile failed to hide. This Christmas was going to be painful. “It’s bittersweet,” he said. “This is a hard time of year for my wife.” “Honestly, I dread it.” I’ve lost track of the number of people who have exposed their truth that the holidays are hard for them. A death. A deep dysfunction among sibs. A distance brought on by addiction, geography, or a history of hateful words. A child they won’t see. For weeks I’ve anticipated the return of my children from across the
