All is quiet this morning.  I got out of bed a little later than usual. I was immediately greeted by my dog Harvey and my Cat Fiona.  Both of them wanted to eat and go outside.

Everyone else was asleep of course. I am always the first one out of bed. Generally speaking, I use this time to reflect on my day and read the news.

This morning I thought of Christmas Past. I remember the excitement of visiting my Grandparents. My cousin was always there and he remains my oldest and dearest friend. We are both 45 now. I can remember a day when we believed in Santa Claus and were filled to the brim with anticipation of Christmas morning.

My Grandparents have long since passed.  I miss them terribly.

I have read somewhere that “Time heals all wounds”.  I’m here to tell you that concept is a bunch of hooey.  In reality if you truly love someone and you lose them; you are going to always carry a piece of that person in your heart.  A part of your heart always goes with them as well.

You never fully recover. The scar never fully heals.

That is the price you pay for love.  For me, this is the only way I know how to live.

Merry Christmas,

Bobby