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I've been feeling down all day, because Christmas is coming and so many thing will be different.
No Christmas card from my mother.
No homemade baking from her, either.
No helping her shop for a nice gift for George.
No dinner at her place on Christmas Eve (or dinner with her anywhere, for that matter). Her table settings were works of art. She'd always set the table the day before, and fuss endlessly over the quality of the meal. At the time I found it annoying; now I'd give anything to have one more evening with her.
No hugs, no kisses, nothing.
She's gone. It's all gone. And that sucks.
No Christmas card from my mother.
No homemade baking from her, either.
No helping her shop for a nice gift for George.
No dinner at her place on Christmas Eve (or dinner with her anywhere, for that matter). Her table settings were works of art. She'd always set the table the day before, and fuss endlessly over the quality of the meal. At the time I found it annoying; now I'd give anything to have one more evening with her.
No hugs, no kisses, nothing.
She's gone. It's all gone. And that sucks.
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