I received a Christmas card from one of my mom’s sisters today. She promised to send me one the day we buried our mom. The card reminded me of the Christmas at home: Mom writing out cards for every each single familymember. Every year she must have sent out hundreds of them, hoping she didn’t forget anyone.
I feel guilt, now that I’ve received a card from overseas. And the urge to run around the block and buy a couple of cards for family members who should have had a Christmas card from me. I think I’ll send a card after the holidays. A personal note will do for now.