Its the eve before the eve before the eve of Christmas. Or something like that. Today a miracle. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve had my Christmas and the rest is simply icing (or wrapping paper, as the case may be).
Not long after Joshi died I got an email from his girlfriend (and the mother of his children) telling me that I was no longer welcome in her home. Since that time I’ve rarely seen his children. Generally only when she brought them out to my grandparents’ house and I was there.
She brought them out this afternoon for a visit while I was there and as I was leaving she told me that I was welcome to come by and see the children anytime I’d like. I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried.