Christmas Apart

For as long as your remains have gone cold, so did the notion of family died with you.  A wound so deep, a rift so wide that it is not within my power to heal - that has been my torment.  I have spent long periods of loneliness because the life I had with you is but a distant memory.

Today I decided to rewrite happiness.  With family scattered about, I am en route to a destination of my choosing - to be with my son.  Dispelling all sadness and gloom, I look forward to spending precious moments with half of the family, fractured though it has been.  It is fruitless to desire otherwise though my lips sealed this prayer.

Someday, not now, my prayers will take flight to God’s ears and my prayers will be answered.