December 25, 2024
It’s the first Christmas without John and my heart is broken.
I woke up around 4 am, walked down the hall to John’s bedroom, and lay in there for the next four hours crying. It’s been five years since John woke up in this room on Christmas morning but, at this moment, it feels like yesterday.
I know he’s no longer here with us physically, but I can feel his spirit all around me, especially now.
I close my eyes and see his handsome face.
Gone but never, ever forgotten.
I can’t write anything else.
Merry Christmas, son.
I love you, always and forever.
