Tomorrow it will be exactly one year since our sweet little old man left us. I thought that this year with the Jumaroo, Xmas would feel more cheerful, but for the past couple of days I've just been really sad thinking about how painful last year was at this time, and missing my little soldier so so much. As someone who loves Xmas, I barely even put up a tree last year (why bother if there wouldn't be a little old man to sleep under it, or, in some rare cases, tinkle under it). In any event, I'm sure tomorrow will be difficult, but I think I will spend it celebrating my sweet boy's memory by thinking of him often, and hoping that wherever he is, he's getting far too many of his favorite treats.
