Last Christmas my daughter traveled and hour and a half to spend Christmas with her father and his family. Shortly after she arrived at her grandmother’s house her father and his wife left to attend a Christmas party and my daughter was angry. She arranged to spend time with him but he didn’t arrange to spend time with her. Two months later her father died, he was 45 and the Christmas they spent…or didn’t spend was the last one they had.
Every event since his death has been a milestone, her first Easter without her dad, her first birthday and now her first Christmas. Of course I realize that her father would have planned differently had he known, but I suppose that is maybe my point, we just don’t.
Remember the things that matter the most,