Subtlety is neither my subconscious’ nor my favorite radio station’s strong point.
December brings with it Jim’s birthday-that-should-have-been, holidays with empty places and spaces, and a host of bittersweet family memories.
A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last . . . .
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls . . . .
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower . . . .
And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
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5 thoughts on “A Long December”
We miss him, too — thank you for your words and remembrances — how beautiful.
Your words are eloquent, as usual…Happy Holidays Stephanie
You, too! And doesn’t someone in your household need to visit the puppy?
Don’t know the song, but the line “the smell of hospitals in winter” gets me right in the heart. My Jim died in February; we watched the Super Bowl on the cardiac lobby screen during a blizzard a few weeks before. December is the month for ‘crying-at-the-drop-of-a-hat-for-no-apparent-reason’. I get it. Tomorrow I go visit the kids for mutual winter solace. Looking forward to that!