Merry Christmas, Mom - Part Iv

Every Christmas was a good Christmas when you were around. But it stopped being good after you were lowered into the ground. The last Christmas that we spent together was four years ago. I had no idea that it would be our last Christmas, I didn't know. When a man spends Christmas with family, it means everything. And when that is taken away, it's like being struck by lightning. When we spent our last Christmas together, I didn't know the end was near. Merry Christmas Mom, because you're in my heart, a part of you is still here. [Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]