They left. I had a good ten-minute cry amidst the new(er) emptiness of the house (ah, the piano, where every Thanksgiving and Christmas for 17 years, my nephew would play, my son would sing - great voice, he's starring in a regional musical this month - and we would all listen to them).
Then the christmas decoration boxes, with stepson's 3rd grade macaroni and silver painted star. Every Christmas Eve it was the last decoration to go up. He would put it up (he's 6'4") and every year as he did it I would say,
"Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow StepS, hang the brightest star atop the highest bough!"
I will miss that this year. They will, too, I'm sure.
But it will be okay. Hey, I've got buckets of wonderful memories!
I'm okay, now. Really. Got a great day ahead of me! And I have no plans and don't know what it has in store for me.
