If, I am exhausted, I am more apt, to feel some heaviness of emotion, the desire to bawl my eyes out, like a lump in my throat, yet more like all over.
Christmas, is tough. Reminds me of the series of events, back when I was late 13. The legal battle loomed, so, court paperwork stated, I could only be picked up by mom. Was living south of Boston(another place, fyi that evokes sadness), 1)Mom was in Maine, attending to matters as her fil passed away suddenly. 2) Mom would never drive herself, through or to Boston(not until stepdad had experimental cancer treatment in late 90's))3) dad refused to allow maternal grandparents to get me(as i spent every xmas since birth with them)4)im an only 5)dad takes off to visit his incarcerated brother, not to return until either late or next morning(want to say next morning, as I spent 6 hours on phone with a schoolmate, thank g-d my friend is/was a jehovahs witness, so his Mom didn't complain, as jehovahs don't celebrate.....
This is the time of year, not only is sun mostly gone, it's cold outside, but the memory remains...

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