The holidays have become bittersweet in a sense for me. The bitter being that in the last several years I have faced losses in different aspects of my life. A father, an aunt, friends and beloved pets. It saddens me to think that our time for making memories and sharing our lives has come to and end. The sweet is the filling of these blank spaces with new and lovely moments that have and will become part of my life’s journey. And while some parts of this heart have frozen in time, it still beats with passion and dreams, goals and inspirations. I am thankful. Every day. Not for the material things, that has never been a measure of happiness for me. I am thankful for the love in my life. My family, my friends. I am thankful for this life even full of its imperfections.

 I heard your voice the other day. In the distance. Half asleep and half awake. The sound bringing tears to my eyes. Some say it gets easier as the time passes and now I know that is not true. We only learn to live with the loss, finding joys in the moments, the memories, the hope and possibilities of tomorrow day. And while I miss every day of my life and I’m saddened by the thoughts of there being so many experiences, so many moments that I will not be able to share with him, I am comforted by the thought that I know that in the time we were both in the same plane, I loved and was loved by you. I miss you dad. Happy Christmas.