This December, I've been remembering all the christmas' past. The memories are still strong. I can see why the suicide rate goes up around the holidays. I miss my kids something fearce. I wish I could be there. I wish they were young again, with santa shining in their greedy big eyes. I wish they still hugged me like they meant it. Hell, I'd be happy with a phone call, from two of them.
Thank goodness for cleo.