Holiday Cards

December 17, 2011

It was that time of year again, a few shopping days left before Christmas, not that that was on the mind at the time. On the way to a pre grocery shopping breakfast, a quick stop to pick up mail at the Post Office. Hoping or expecting one bit of mail but instead receiving another. It always came twice a year, Christmas and birthdays. Always the same recognizable flowing script on the envelope, always the same reemergence of long ago feelings, the unabandoned hopes. Sometimes you never, or you do not wish to, let go for whatever the reasons. The finality of the end is just as painful as the often long road of getting there, though such paths rarely start that way.