disturbing the comfortable

I've been away from this for too long. Holidays are not easy times for me: my inner curmudgeon comes out; there's also a by product of age—several people I've been close to have passed on and there are some holes in my world. Paths that used to be familiar have been rerouted around the holes left by these people. I fall in those holes, still, and it takes a while to get out of them.