Earlier on this year, he lost a battle with dementia. I never fully realised what joy this man brought us all. I would happily endure a rambunctious rendition of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’, if it meant hearing his voice once more.
I wanted to be alone today, however my son had other plans. I must confess to having a wonderful time, however my heart yearned for mistletoe and memories.
Tonight, I will raise a glass to the stars.
Merry Christmas, my love.