• Christmas,  Musings

    Christmas Sorrow Is Overcome By the Man of Sorrows (Repost)

    The memory plays in my mind with brilliant clarity. It’s too vivid, really, and I’d much prefer the scene to be a bit more muddled, but I am powerless to change that. December 21, 2002. Sixteen years ago. Seventeen Christmases ago. Has it been that long? I was home from college for Christmas break. It was early afternoon and my mother had just stepped into my room to tell me that my grandfather had come out of his surgery just fine. He and my grandmother would be staying in Wisconsin for Christmas, due to the fact that Grandpa just had another stent placed. Thrilled to hear he was doing well,…