This one was brutal to write, but I needed to heal and sometimes the only way to do that is to face the agony head on and just plow right through the pain. So here it is…
The third empty chair is still pretty fresh, as this was only my second holiday season without my mom. Even as I type these words, tears well up in my eyes, and I swallow a cold, hard dose of reality. Nana is gone and she’s not coming back… it feels so final when you see it written down.
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