Well, there's another Christmas without Mom under my belt; that makes two now. It came and went rather smoothly. My dad and brothers came over Tuesday night. I made a couple of Mom's recipes - a chicken casserole and home-made rolls, along with sides of green beans, corn and mashed potatoes. The preparation lasted longer than the actual dinner and visiting. Later than night I cried. Christmas Eve my husband worked, but the kids and I went on to visit with his grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins anyway. Today we spent Christmas with his parents, sister, brothers and their kids. It was nice, but when my brother-in-law and his wife were leaving to go to her parents house, I cried again. Now I'm home, sharing my pity party here on my blog, watching TV and eating -again! Tomorrow my husband and I plan on taking the kids out shopping. They received money for Christmas and are eager to spend it. I don't relish the thought of waking up early again, but I don't want to be home alone, either. Even though I cried a couple of times, I will admit that this year was easier. I couldn't help but wonder if people in heaven remember those of us left here. I think so, because in Hebrews 12 it talks about a cloud of witnesses. I hope my loved ones remember me. I'm reminded of the song, "I Will Remember You".