Odd. Yesterday, I crawled back to dig into some 4-year old messages here. A friend and I had been
talking about what our Christmases have been like without our husbands. I had been thinking about poor Meryl, knowing what she will be experiencing now.
Four years ago when my husband died just before Christmas, the last task he had only halfway completed the night before was hanging lights outside. It just got too dark and he had left a string dangling. It was his favourite time of the year and that particular Christmas was pretty awful.
So thinking about Meryl, I went back into the history here to appreciate, once again, all the kindnesses that people expressed to me at that time. And I echo Carianna's sentiments...this is one fine group to be part of.