I find it hard to write on the Holiday season…

Maybe because I lost you…
maybe the memories are so painful yet the lights so beautiful…
I feel guilt and hurt…
I want to write but I seem to find nothing there…
I have things to write about…
But then nothing to say…
I am full of stories but your book ended and I find the words empty…
I want to express myself but then I look at your picture…
The Holidays. Halloween, Christmas and those were your favorites..
I have to remember I am not betraying you by living. By writing. By smiling.
But the Holidays make it so. very. hard.