Deborah's Grave this Christmas

Today, I remember those we have lost tragically; those awaiting the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. The powdered snow gently kissed her grave. I placed four red roses on her grave, one for each of my girls , one who has gone before us.Again, another year has passed apart from each other. Living only in our memory. I hurriedly told her how much I missed her, how much trouble there is in the world; things I will only talk to her about. I don't think it is morbid to talk to her, though some may say so. Then I fed the birds, and drove off for Christmas breakfast at Deborah's sisters house.