The Christmas card

What a lovely card I got from my son yesterday as I headed to work, you guessed it I was driving there holding the tears back, and every freaking song on the radio made me feel worse. I searched the channels to find some happy music to uplift me and there was none at that time. So I turned off the radio and began to scream as I was driving -good thing the windows were shut, lol. It was not an insane scream, just a real loud HO HO HO Merry Christmas, HA HA HA.

When I got to work, my eye makeup was smeared from the tears so I had to go into the washroom and re-apply. None of the people would have noticed anyways........it was a zoo in there from the sale.

I know my daughter will feel the emptiness this Christmas. She will not connect with her brother or father. It'll be harder on her, and now that Jim is no longer there to comfort her-that just leaves me and I certainly cannot fill my son's, her father's shoes.

I suppose I should have written this entry before the last one, but then again, I didn't.
I need to write some cards today and get them in the mail. I didn't expect the card from John and his wife but it's nice that the thought was there.

This public diary of sorts, the blogging trend, is good therapy for everyone to get "it out of your heart" but remember to keep your innermost feelings to yourself because if you don't, there will be nothing private, hence why is there a privacy act, anyways??