I’ve been a little remiss in my blogging duties the last couple of weeks. I’ve had some personal issues I’ve been dealing with. We spent part of the week before Thanksgiving visiting the Little Prince and Heir Apparent in Maryland, and Thanksgiving week with my Mother in North Carolina for the annual family reunion. I guess you could say that the time spent in both places was bittersweet. We enjoyed ourselves, but the whole time the realization that we were going into the second holiday season without Beth was paramount in my every waking thought. A few months ago, I was sure  I had this grief thing under control. Apparently, I was mistaken.

Somewhere along the highway in North Carolina, grief sneaked into the car and started kicking my ass. By the time we finally made it home, grief’s companion, depression, had taken over the party. When I’m seriously depressed, I withdraw from everyone and everything. I’m like a wounded animal in that respect. I crawl into a hole and lick my wounds until I’m better.  And I guess I’m a little better. But Christmas looms, and we have to return to both Maryland and North Carolina. I hope my regular readers will bear with me. I’m really sad right now, but I’ll get over it. I just really miss my daughter.