At Christmas Dinner, My Daughter Tried To Take My Home Until I Opened …

looking at the empty corner where Arthur and I used to put our 9-ft tall Christmas tree. We used to spend hours untangling the lights, laughing as we remembered where each ornament came from. But this year, I was alone. Or at least that is what Catherine wanted me to feel.

It started with a phone call on the first Monday of the month. Her voice was continue reading …