A Holiday Visit

 Dear Will --

Thank you so much for visiting me last night in the way you did the first two years.  I'm sorry I thought it was the dogs at first.  When you whomped down hard twice on the foot of bed just after I tucked myself back in after my 3 a.m. pee, I thought it was Sequel putting her feet on the bed. Nope.  She was right there on the floor, fast asleep, and Mr. Winston was cuddled up in his little bed-on-the-bed. You know this is a hard time for me as I come up on the anniversary of your death.  I'm not even "doing" Trinity Christmas this year, instead going to the Longest Night service at First Presbyterian.

Because I've quit weed and am now on antidepressants, I'm finding it harder to cry. But that doesn't mean I don't still miss you every day.  Please continue to contact me however you can as the ghost of Christmases past, present, and to come.

Love always,

Kake