Remembering Decembers

Last month I got to take in a wonderful holiday concert put on by the Yarmouth chorale. I sat and listened to the singing I watching Jill’s foot-tapping and her appreciating the music, as tears silently rolled down my face. I couldn’t stop thinking that this was something that she would have gotten involved with – had the stroke not happened. “Stupid eye ducts, you’ve betrayed me again,” I thought