It's a different Christmas for me this year, but somehow it is more precious to me the all the Christmasses I have celebrated.
My father in law is dying, we went to see him everyday, expect today, because my husband has been in bed all day. He is sick.
My FIL was a great music lover. He loved the accordion. Yesterday, when my husband and I were visited a friend from my FIL came by. He brought his accordion and he played and sang.
My FIL, who sleeps most of the time, opened his eyes. His lips turned into a smile and his arm was going up and moving along with the music.
It was beautiful to see.
Today I cooked tapas for the kids and me. We just spent a few hours eating and enjoying eachothers company even thought we missed my husband.
Now I feel okay. I'm relaxed, feeling good.
Eventhough this Christmas is different, it is special, and I'm sure I will never forget. I've spent it with the people I love, and we all thought of those who were not with us.
