family – Carole J. Garrison

A Christmas Story

the joy is not in the keeping but in the giving

In those dark and awful moments, I knew fear, loss, and grief. I understood the horror of Covid.

Just like this society, we are stronger together.

There was also one rusty button pin with the image of a football and the deteriorating. faded remnants of blue and grey silk ribbons.

Life has changed with the pandemic, but love has not.

GG was an archetypical Pollyanna. She made lemonade.

This is the end. I can’t breathe. My chest is bursting.