Another Holiday Past

This year marked three Christmas's without Casey. It was hard , it is hard. I kept remembering Christmas pasts of when she was little and how excited she was for Christmas every year.

I remember Casey by the Christmas Tree , and I have to smile because I remember her shrieking in delight at her presents when she was little and her impatience of them being opened for her one at a time for several years before her death, she wouldn't tell you but you could see it in her eyes that she wanted you to hurry up and open the next one.

Its hard losing a child. Its hard on days of family celebrations. Its hard on their birthday. On their angelversary. Its hard on the gray days. Its hard on the rainy days. Its hard on the sunny days. Even the snowy days are hard.

Casey loved every season, and would remind me that every season serves a purpose. Every life serves a purpose too..Every life has value.