Hold Back

By Rev. Ruth Fitzgerald  •  December 01, 2022

Eighteen years ago, my 49-year-old husband died, very suddenly, while he was traveling. December 9, 2004 is a date that can conjure up so many memories and emotions, even now. During Advent that year I settled in to wait for the coming of the Christ in a way I had never done before. I was deeply sad, overwrought, and yet I was moving each day closer to the celebration of Christmas and the birth of the hope of the world.

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