The Christmas season brings memories of joy and pain at the same time. I remember
the happy day when my son David was born in December and when we placed him in a
stocking under the tree as he was our Christmas gift. I remember how we decorated
the Christmas tree just in time for his birthday. I remember the joys of his childhood as he
opened presents. I remember the excitement and anticipation and the smiles and
laughter that we shared. I remember the
joys of the past and wish that things were different. Now my home is quiet and
sad. My son is not with us and the emptiness is so clear that it sends a dagger
into my heart and soul each time we gather together. Our family is no longer
complete. Instead of memories however, my eyes want to see him again. My hands
want to touch him again. My lips want to tell him how much I love him. My ears
want to hear his voice.
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