I'll be home for Christmas, if only...

Friday will be six years since my Grandma B died. Eight months since my Granny died.

This will be my first Christmas without any grandmothers at all.

Someday, I'll be able to hear Christmas music, anything I like, and remember the good times, and not just break down in tears and have to pull the car over into a parking lot and cry.

I have to believe that. It's got to get better. Maybe next year?