A difficult year draws to a close.
Setting religion aside, the next few days are, to me, the most holy. A time for gathering, reflecting, giving (hopefully of self) and uplifting. It should be, anyway. A boy can still dream, even at fifty-one.
A day of forgiveness, laughter and redemption.
But mostly … MOSTLY … a day of Love and Hope.
I still have my faith, as abstract as it may seem.
And my Hope is … that there is Love where You are.
The best of days to ALL of You.