My first Christmas without Ryan

I lived to tell about the first Christmas spent without my beloved son. The season I was dreading the most has finally passed.

Thank God.

I truly don't know how I managed to endure all the build-up of this holiday season. Many times I came this close to an utter meltdown, but "something" kept me hanging on - "something" that, at times, seems so desperately far from me. And other times it's so close I could almost touch it ...

Merry Christmas, sweet little angel ...