Merry Christmas, darlings. (A love letter from me to you)

Hey, you. Yes, you.

Merry Christmas. And season’s greetings. And happy holidays. And, um, happy Monday.

I started this blog a few months ago, because of a friend who was dealing with a very painful, very sudden loss. In talking to her on the phone, I realized how happy it made me to hear her laugh, even if it was through tears. That made me feel like, despite the miles between us, that I was maybe easing the troubles of someone dear to me.

And then, oh man, I actually started listening to all of you guys. Not just hearing, but listening. And you guys break my heart.

I want nothing but the best for you. I want you to be happy and to feel exactly as loved as you are, which is a whole ton by everyone around you.

That isn’t how life happens though, is it? Life sometimes doesn’t care how good you are. It kicks you anyway. It’s not fair.

Some of you have dealt with medical issues, either in yourselves or in loved ones. Some of you found yourselves dealing with separation and divorce. Some of you have had to deal with chronic or severe acute pain, and you have to figure out how to live your lives while your body feels like it is giving up. Some of you have had to come to terms with sudden deaths of loved ones. Some of you feel like you’re a million miles from home. Many of you are so sad and lonely.

I want to fix everything for all of you. I would have no idea how, but I want it all the same. Just for you….cus you deserve what your heart most desires. Take away a car accident here, a divorce there, a hurtful word or two, and…boom. Good as new. But it doesn’t work that way. I would if I could….but I can’t. I’m sorry.

You know what though, guys? I believe this time of year is just a little bit magical. It really is. It’s the possibility of something better. It’s a fresh start.

You’re awesome. You can do it. This will be your best year yet. If I get my Christmas wish, all of this will be true for you, and I can go back to sharing dumb stories because I’m dumb, not because it breaks my heart to see you so sad.

Merry Christmas, darlings, and all the best to you. I mean it.

Amy

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