Literally and figuratively, these have been grey days.
On the literal side, we have had more clouds than sun for the past couple of weeks, including a 50 hour non-stop rain. Enough of that, please.
On the figurative side, I should have believed people who said after Mom died, “The holidays are the hardest.”
I thought I was immune since I live far away and really didn’t get to spend holidays with family regularly. Despite that, it is hard. There were plenty of annual holiday interactions that I will miss. No more Christmas cards from Mom. She didn’t send me an e-mail this year to ask what Tod wants for Christmas. Her attention to wrapping gifts beautifully will have to live on in my attempts.
This post has no point except to note this feeling and the weather
