I am a totally sentimental sap around the holidays – which is probably why I fight getting into them as hard and as long as I do. It feels like weakness to give over so completely to reminiscence, and to miss so intensely those who are not here.
But it occurs to me that I am not likely to be the only one who sings The Beatles “In My Life” as a Christmas carol. Today’s guitar is made of things that bring others back to me. If it is weakness, well, so be it. This morning, I raise my coffee to “absent friends, and those at sea.”