A Christmas Eve When Grief Found Its Way Home
After my mother died, the house felt unnaturally silent, lit only by the Christmas lights she had insisted on putting up early—even while she was sick. Their cheerful glow felt almost cruel against the weight of loss. Her black cat, Cole, became my constant during those first weeks, staying close with a steadiness that felt…
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