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.