Black and white photograph of white Christmas lights on skeletal pines, close-up. Light, against the black of night…
2016.12.19, by Anatolij and Ansel
Filed under Grief, Journal, Personal

[Tolly] The holidays, ideally dedicated to sharing happiness and joy with your loved ones, become a weird and empty time after loss. To start with, do you prepare the same amount of food as before, or…? And Death sits in the empty chair, and speaks all the unspoken words, and unwraps the gift you can't give.

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