Until my wife’s tragic passing, Christmas was the day of the year I loved the most. But when I lost Jenny, it turned into a sad reminder of a lost bond. Some three years after her loss, I noticed a fragile homeless woman on Christmas Eve. She was in need of help, and I gave her the groceries I had bought and my coat.
Whenever Christmas approached, Jenny and I went into a shopping frenzy for the party we organized for our family each year.
Three days before the dinner, Jenny called me on the phone to remind me to grab some wrapping paper with snowmen.
