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Many of us travel for Christmas. For the last several years, I have made the five-hour drive to my daughter’s place to be with her, my son-in-law, and my granddaughters. Every other year, her sister and my other son-in-law join us — as we share them with his lovely family.
In The Before Times, I would often opt to fly. Instead of a five-hour drive, it was a thirty-nine-minute flight. They didn’t even have time to serve you a proper drink selection. You got two choices — water or juice. Truthfully, it took me longer to walk from my destination gate through the airport — often on some kind of transport — to at long last arrive at the main terminal and the out of doors.
But this year, I’ll be driving. Without gas or rest area stops. I’ll get into my car in North Carolina and finally get out of it when I’m parked in her driveway. Because the best gift I can bring to this Christmas is my health and safety.
This year was “Our Year” for her sister to join us. But they won’t be coming. As I’m sure many of you are missing Humans you love, I will be missing 1/2 of my children, 2/7ths of my family. I could dwell on the disappointment and rage at 2020 for its cruelty.
I could But that’s not what I’m going to do. Not at all.
