On this second Sunday in Advent, I'm feeling better. No tears for Samson yet today.
As I lit the second candle, it shone a light on the drawing of Samson that my blogger friend Cyndi made for Errol when he was so ill in the hospital.
Thinking of her now, reminds me that I have lost contact with her. So many of the friends I made while blogging no longer blog.
I bought Christmas cards. I must write a greeting and address the envelopes today and mail them tomorrow.
Inga and Christina in Sweden are so thoughtful and kind. Every year they send me a Swedish calendar featuring puppies destined to be Guide Dogs for the blind. They are all so adorable, some of their little faces look just like Faith's did when she first arrived here. So sweet and so much appreciated by me.
But then there's the post office, the service provided these days leaves a lot to be desired:
I sent a birthday card to Annette in Denmark last summer. It took 48 days for it to arrive!
I should have mailed them before Thanksgiving. I feel so lost in old age sometimes, but there's still time to make up for it.
Getting a Christmas card toward the end of January...
Will that be OK?
I'm pretty sure it will. Because there is email to be used for a more punctual greeting and an update on my life.
And then there's the telephone! Back in the days, before email, one would call on special occasions.
Faith is sleeping on my bed. We comfort each other. Hilary was so right when she left a comment on my Samson post, noting that "Errol was so right to bring Faith into your life."
Faith helped me after Errol died, as she is helping me now. We have such a strong bond, she and I.
None of this has anything to do with the second Sunday in Advent, but all to do with sorrow and love.
On that note, I will end my ramblings and wish you all:
Happy Second Sunday in Advent.
