A Special Christmas Card

Last year as we received Christmas cards I put them in a basket near the fireplace so I could go back through and look at them, etc.  As the year went on, that's where the sympathy cards in February and three sets of birthday cards in April went too.  I cleaned out the basket last week so it'd be ready for a new set of cards.  Unfortunately, "clean out" meant "piled on my desk".

Today I really went through the cards so I could recycle the fronts of them.  Some I blindly tore and some I re-read.  I got to the last card and paused instead of tearing and read the inside "Love, Dad"  I wondered who it could possibly be from since I knew it wasn't Dad's handwriting.  Then I remembered, I got the card in the mail from the Veteran's Center last year and it really was from Dad - he just had a little help - signing the card, remembering, and sending it.  It is my last Christmas card from Dad.