I hate Christmas by a tombstone
by Brenda King Jabusch
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1998
My apologies to anyone who enjoys this time of year in advance, but, the only people I can really give my views to are you. You whom I've read all of your stories and know you have probably read mine.
So little time we had with our precious babies. The dashed hopes of first days of school, graduations, adult children.
My baby, Morgan, missed her first Christmas by 2 months. She'd have been 6 months old, and by her obsession with football on the TV I think she'd have loved the lights.
Christmas is to celebrate the birth of God's baby, Jesus.
Sorry, but this is the same god that didn't allow me even one Christmas with my baby. I'll be damned if I'll celebrate the birth of his with a smile on my face.
The two years we've been without her we decorate her grave with a tree and special ornaments. Always a new one, a gift for this year. It's December 15, and I can't force myself to go to the cemetery. I don't want to miss giving her what little I can for Christmas, but I'm weak. Time isn't healing. The doctors have said I'll probably never have another baby, she's my only one.
I hate Christmas by a tombstone.
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