More Sweet Than Bitter

Tonight, I made a drink and put the Christmas tree up at the old homestead — which I hope I can do for a long time to come. Last year, Mom was in the nursing home, so she wasn't here with us for the holidays; putting up the tree then held a special significance for me. It was even more so tonight, now that she is gone. I found a bunch of old ornaments that she had made by hand many years ago, and this reduced me to a big old weepy mess. But in its way, it was a sweet and wonderful mess. It’s kind of a weird feeling, but I am feeling things other than anger, frustration, and bitterness. That’s bloody beautiful to me.