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The tears slid down Molly Phillip's cheeks as she watched the snow fall outside of her home. She had everything to be happy about. Fi was home for Christmas, Annie and her family were staying with them, everyone was healthy, and everyone was together. It was the most beautiful Christmas Eve in a long time.
It was just after midnight and everyone had gone to bed after singing carols and drinking cocoa or eggnog. Warm cookies in the shapes of gingerbread men and Santa were gone with only their crumbs left behind. There was so much warmth inside but the cold of the winter seeped through the imaginary cracks in the walls and froze her.
She could hear him playing his favorite guitar for her like he used to on Christmas Eve. Those deep chords melted her every body part and his voice would leave room for no return. It had been so many years since that horrible day when Rick had been taken away from her. Those around her said the pain would deplete and she would soon find happiness. She had found peace in her music, children, and friends but the pain for Rick would never leave.
The candles were blown out one by one and the doors all locked. Her footsteps echoed on the wooden staircase as she ascended to her bedroom. The gentle sounds of people sleeping brought peace to her suffering heart. Peering into Jacks room she couldn't help but smile as she saw Jack and Fi sleeping on his bed with their heads at opposite ends. In the middle of the bed sat Fi's photo album open to pages of old Christmas photos. She blew a kiss to each of her sleeping children and continued down the hall.
In the room that had become Annie's, Annie and her parents camped out for this week. Annie slept on her bed while her parents took to a roll away bed they had borrowed from neighbors. They seemed happy to be together after being apart for these past few months. Molly knew she was jealous of their complete family.
Jealousy abounds. Quite frequently her heart ached around the Bell family. Ned and Irene had raised two strong boys and kept an amazing relationship between each other. Tonight they were camped out in Fi's room. Clu and Carey camped out on the floor on sleeping bags and blankets. Ned and Irene claimed the bed and slept there together peacefully. This Christmas they had decided to share as one large family, the Bells and the Phillips were together most of the year anyway.
She was blessed. Truly Molly Phillips was blessed. All of these loved ones gathered around her. She could never move on from Rick or quit lamenting his absence, but she knew healing was slowly taking place.
Now for sleep. Tonight "Santa" would come and leave his mark and in the morning they would celebrate. Presents they had accumulated under the huge tree would be opened. The mere thought brought excitement to Molly. Her face devoid of tears and her heart lighter she curled up under her warm blanket and once again imagined that Rick was right there next to her like he had been years before.
The tears slid down Molly Phillip's cheeks as she watched the snow fall outside of her home. She had everything to be happy about. Fi was home for Christmas, Annie and her family were staying with them, everyone was healthy, and everyone was together. It was the most beautiful Christmas Eve in a long time.
It was just after midnight and everyone had gone to bed after singing carols and drinking cocoa or eggnog. Warm cookies in the shapes of gingerbread men and Santa were gone with only their crumbs left behind. There was so much warmth inside but the cold of the winter seeped through the imaginary cracks in the walls and froze her.
She could hear him playing his favorite guitar for her like he used to on Christmas Eve. Those deep chords melted her every body part and his voice would leave room for no return. It had been so many years since that horrible day when Rick had been taken away from her. Those around her said the pain would deplete and she would soon find happiness. She had found peace in her music, children, and friends but the pain for Rick would never leave.
The candles were blown out one by one and the doors all locked. Her footsteps echoed on the wooden staircase as she ascended to her bedroom. The gentle sounds of people sleeping brought peace to her suffering heart. Peering into Jacks room she couldn't help but smile as she saw Jack and Fi sleeping on his bed with their heads at opposite ends. In the middle of the bed sat Fi's photo album open to pages of old Christmas photos. She blew a kiss to each of her sleeping children and continued down the hall.
In the room that had become Annie's, Annie and her parents camped out for this week. Annie slept on her bed while her parents took to a roll away bed they had borrowed from neighbors. They seemed happy to be together after being apart for these past few months. Molly knew she was jealous of their complete family.
Jealousy abounds. Quite frequently her heart ached around the Bell family. Ned and Irene had raised two strong boys and kept an amazing relationship between each other. Tonight they were camped out in Fi's room. Clu and Carey camped out on the floor on sleeping bags and blankets. Ned and Irene claimed the bed and slept there together peacefully. This Christmas they had decided to share as one large family, the Bells and the Phillips were together most of the year anyway.
She was blessed. Truly Molly Phillips was blessed. All of these loved ones gathered around her. She could never move on from Rick or quit lamenting his absence, but she knew healing was slowly taking place.
Now for sleep. Tonight "Santa" would come and leave his mark and in the morning they would celebrate. Presents they had accumulated under the huge tree would be opened. The mere thought brought excitement to Molly. Her face devoid of tears and her heart lighter she curled up under her warm blanket and once again imagined that Rick was right there next to her like he had been years before.