I love bringing some green into the house come December, and putting out things that sparkle. But it’s also a time of year when I think about people who aren’t around to share the holidays. Yesterday two men were in our home without their wives. I went to my friend Robyn’s memorial service eight years ago, Pat’s just this spring.
I felt a sort of shadow beside these strong and dear men. Sometimes I write to call up the presences of people I still love. But I try, too, not to allow grief, which rises and falls, to keep me from enjoying the color and life still all around. Pat’s husband will be with us at Christmas. Robyn’s seventeen-year-old just made a movie date with me. These things and many others make me happy. And here’s a picture of my friend Jess who brought flowers yesterday. I’m bringing that enormous bright bouquet into my writing room today.