Memories Return
Well it’s that time of year again. Santa is putting on weight and getting Rudolph ready for his annual flight, and seasonal depression is visiting some of us for the holidays. It’s often said that Christmas magic is different when you lose a parent, and that’s true in a way. Personally, the death of my mother meant the death of my Christmas Spirit. This year has been different. Mom has been gone for 10 christmases now, and the good memories are finally coming back. Memories of Christmas mornings sneaking to see what was under the tree without waking up anyone. It became a tougher challenge yearly, but what fun. What happened that made this year different? Hell if I know, but I’m glad it did. It’s easy to let yourself get bogged down in loss, especially this time of year. Make sure you take the time to remember the good times. Remember the movies, the music, the specials that you enjoyed with those gone on, their magic is forever there.