A year has passed, and the sharp, almost unbearable pain has settled into a dull ache. I miss you every single day.
Christmas was always one of your favorite times of the year, and nothing will ever compare to our wonderful Christmas Eves on Sunbury Road.
The aroma of that delicious homemade sauce filling the air, wine flowing freely, enough food to feed an army, and so much love and laughter…
Merry Christmas, Mom.
With all my love,
Beautiful, Ann. Heart ache, too. Sending love and gratitude for what was and what still is: Love,
Ann Napoletan said:
Thank you, Elaine. Some new traditions, some old. A holiday full of love and family – a true blessing. And, I felt Mom’s presence throughout. I know she was smiling down on the chaos that filled my house Christmas day. She would have loved it…