I couldn't find a good picture because I never thought I'd need to take any to remember.

It's because there's hope then.

There are moments when anything can happen.
Anything at all.


And I just realized we had our last real Christmas dinner without realizing it. It's no longer a tradition.
It's a memory. And I am sad.

Because when I think of winter
It's that scene.
That room, that house.
The tree, the lights, the food, the people, the grandma.

And the music. There was always music.



And now there's not.