December 22, 2015
December 22, 2015
It is nearly our seventh Christmas without Maeve. It hurts as badly as the first. The only difference is that I can control my tears better. There is no distance like there should be. My son thinks the massive concussion I had from blowing out and shattering the drivers door with my head window did more damage than they originally thought. Because there SHOULD be a little relief. I'll never forget her, I know that for a certainty. I'll also see her again when I die. I just miss her.