Christmas without Taylor. Those words devastate me. This Christmas and New Year’s was supposed to be our first holiday season together. I had a countdown going of the days until he came home. We had all sorts of plans with our family and friends and things we wanted to do together. But that abruptly came to a halt when he told me this morning that he can’t come home for Christmas. At all.
From all the reading and research I’ve done I knew that this happens. That not every one gets to come home every holiday. But I always pushed the idea to the back of my mind so I wouldn’t have to think about it. I was really unprepared for this.
I was torn apart for awhile but I decided to do something instead. If he can’t have Christmas here, well then damn it, I’m bringing Christmas to him. Saving every penny I have and selling old clothes to buy a plane ticket and hotel just so we can have some kind of makeshift Christmas together.
However, I’m not at a complete loss. He comes home in 19 days to spend one or two days for Thanksgiving. I work in retail so I’m sure I won’t have much time to spend with him but seeing his face for at least an hour will be worth everything. In that aspect, I’m blessed.