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Another christmas without you
When the beloved pass away, Christmas transforms from a joyful celebration into a deeply complex emotional journey. The absence becomes a profound, almost tangible presence - a silent void where love, warmth, and tradition once resided.
So I’ll raise my cup to the stars up above,
To the moments we shared and the love that remains.
Though this Christmas feels heavy with sorrow and love,
I’ll carry you with me through joy and through pains.
Photo taken at 'Tis The Season
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Moochie/138/75/21
Another christmas without you
When the beloved pass away, Christmas transforms from a joyful celebration into a deeply complex emotional journey. The absence becomes a profound, almost tangible presence - a silent void where love, warmth, and tradition once resided.
So I’ll raise my cup to the stars up above,
To the moments we shared and the love that remains.
Though this Christmas feels heavy with sorrow and love,
I’ll carry you with me through joy and through pains.
Photo taken at 'Tis The Season
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Moochie/138/75/21