My mother passed in the winter months, and I just got a call from my sister that my father, whom has been battling cancer for a long time, was just hospitalized. Not looking good.
Winter of life is all I can think about. Even the beauty of a snowfall cannot dispel the reality of the metaphor.
Don't mean to dampen the spirit of those that love this, I just don't have the spirit of it myself...
Move along... nothing to see here...
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