Ghosts Of Christmas Past — 1980

Ann Litts
2 min readDec 12, 2017
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I became a mother that Christmas. A tiny human had made her appearance in my world and nothing was the same.

The healing had started from the moment I knew I was expecting her. Somewhere in the process of becoming a mother, the grief over my own mother’s death had begun to recede. Some sort of circle of life was in play which I would never quite be able to fully explain.

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