Starting to get Christmas cards, but it has been long enough now that everyone knows Vince is gone, so I no longer get cards that are addressed to both of us, or ask how he is doing, etc. So I can open them more joyfully these days.
But looking through the mail Saturday, I saw a legal-size envelope with the return address of the cemetery where Vince is buried (across the state, near his father's grave). What a start it gave me! I stared at it and felt it - seemed like it contained just one piece of paper, a letter of some sort.
It just froze me - body and mind. Then I opened it and read it really quickly - it was about a funds drive they were having for their arboretum.
It was just one of those stomach punches, you know? The years just don't protect you from them.
As always, thanks for listening.
Happy Holidays to one and all. I know I am not around much any more, but it is always good to know this place is here.