It’s Christmas Eve 2013 and the house is quiet (way too quiet) I don’t hear my sons laughter, and I miss that This was always the night that I could get them to bed by going in the back yard with a red light making up my impression of a reindeer and of course dropping into a deep Santa voice. They’d pop into bed so fast and be so exhausted from the days events and we would see them until the morning. Then their mother would start putting toys together and never have an extra parts lying around.
Today, well today is different. The last couple of weeks have found me in a lot of pain, and my balance has been off causing a lot of falls. I don’t like being this transparent about my cancer and I don’t want my boys to see me like this, but they sensed something because they kept asking if I was okay.
Whatever and whenever happen I just want to be supported by people where common love is the theme.
Mele Kalikima a me Makihiki Mou