December 24, 2007
Christmas always makes me nostalgic. My thoughts drift to the past, recent and distant: my wedding, seventeen years ago, and how that bride is gone forever; my fatherís visits, every other year, and how he, too, is gone forever; and the childhood Christmases with my motherís parents, in snowy New York State, long gone but never forgotten. Sometimes I feel that life is just a long series of farewells. But then I realize how lucky I am to have been loved so much, and remember that the sadness is the price of the love. And there are happy memories, too.