Christmas

I was trying to think of a cute little poem to write on this Christmas Eve night but nothing comes to mind except how much you are missed. Jason is asleep on the couch with Maggie, who is not yet asleep but we are hopeful it will be soon. I cannot express how much I miss talking to you about my shopping galore and how you would be thankful you did not have to shop in the mall this year. How you hated the mall, even before you were in a wheelchair. That was one of the things we shared alike, we hated going shopping at the mall. Best invention ever was online shopping. Our bank accounts hated it but we loved it. You taught me so much over the years on how to Christmas shop, go slow, and spread it out. Do a little at a time was your motto. That way you could shop longer and get more stuff. I have not talked to Sophie but Scott has assured me she is doing fine and having a good Christmas. I miss you, my Jenny. Our talks, our giggles, our complaining, it was worth every minute of our friendship. I have cried this Christmas, but not over Christmas itself, but of course over missing you. I thought it would get easier without you and that I would get use to not talking to you everyday, but it is not...yet. Thankfully, I have my sister that calls almost every morning. My phone is not so silent without you. If one good thing has come of your passing, it would be that I have become closer to my sister. She has been so helpful in my healing. But I miss you so very much. When it is my time to come to meet Jesus (btw, I officially hate 'Christmas Shoes' song) I will be running to you! Be ready! I love you! I miss you!