our spirits by thine advent here;
disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
and death's dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice, rejoice. Emanuel shall come to the O Israel.
I don't feel like rejoicing. It doesn't feel like Christmas. I really feel like I'm stuck in some Beckett-esque surrealist play. Except when it hurts.
I try to keep busy and keep going. She is everywhere because she is within me. She is intangible, though.
O come, o come, Emmanuel shall come to thee O Israel.
I've been thinking about you a lot today. I'm just...sorry....for everything.
ReplyDeleteYou've been on my mind and in my heart. I'm not sure how you are still upright. I'm sure everything is a reminder. Songs, decorations, traditions. Cling to the people who are sharing your pain. You will get through this together. Love to all of you.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and yours.