Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, 2020. It’s been a strange year. A surreal year that has been filled with events that spread fear and hate and discontent. I used to feast my soul during Christmas and other special times. The nourishment of those times would sustain me through any leaner days throughout the year. But since losing Jeremy, there is no longer anything but heartache waiting for me during those holidays. And it leaves me even more impoverished for times like these, with no surpluses to prop up my broken spirits.
