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#5 My son, and the Christmas snowmen ….

My son was just 15, when I left his Dad. I know it was hard for him, but he also understood. It had to be done.

The first Christmas I was away, I got a box in the mail. There, in the box were these little snowme on a tobagon, that I had admired in a Christmas store back in Detroit Lakes.

I started to cry. Here he was, struggling with his own problems and feelings, and he used his money from work to buy his mom a present, box it up and send it off for Christmas ……..

Tears welled up in my eyes as I opened his gift ……..

Tears of Joy. Tears of love, Tears of Thankfulness That the ability to show love in his pain, meant he was going to be okay. Tears of forgiving myself for what I had to do……..

Every Christmas when I get them out, The tears come again………

and it’s happening again……

thank you Thomas, I will never forget what you did……

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