Holidays

I don’t like writing about the good stuff. Not necessarily the bad stuff. Just the difficult stuff. That is what I prefer.
But tonight driving through this town tonight, during this time of the year that I have a psychologically disposition to breaking down, was like flying. I have laughed until my sides hurt. I have realized there is someone that knows the ends of all of my family stories when the beginnings are told.
I think there are songs that can and will be sung.
I think I will make it through these holidays, and the rest will become easier.