I couldn’t bring myself to watch it the first Christmas after Mom passed. My loss was paralyzing and my voice was a whisper. The hills are alive once again and I will honor her memory this Christmas Eve singing those familiar tunes.
I couldn’t bring myself to watch it the first Christmas after Mom passed. My loss was paralyzing and my voice was a whisper. The hills are alive once again and I will honor her memory this Christmas Eve singing those familiar tunes.
Heartbreaking loss…
I miss her every day.
I am sorry about your loss.
Thank you.
That was something my husband watched with his mother at Christmas too…he feels the same way. Now he’s sharing with our kids.
It’s a wonderful tradition and I will honor her this year by starting it again. 🙂 Thanks for sharing that.
A very personal yet completely relatable picture of grief.
Thank you very much.
I’m glad you’re going to start the tradition again.
Me too….thanks Amy.