Sentimental Journey

Day 332

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.”