A Blue Christmas

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 It is over 3 years since my husband has been gone. Every Christmas since then, I have gone to Bangalore to spend the holiday with my siblings and friends. I think the company kept me distracted. I have fun with them and do things that are not really associated with memories that Gerard and I have made together.

This year was so different though. I had to stay in Coimbatore and so decided to go for the Christmas dance, with our daughters.

It was a really difficult day as I had so many memories of the times we had gone for the dance at the same venue. What made it worse was me just sitting and watching, knowing that I will never have the happiness and fun of dancing with my partner ever again.


It really was a Blue Christmas!


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