20 years ago today, my father in law died after a long, wearying and debilitating sojourn with Parkinson's and Alzheimer's.
We'd intended to take down our Christmas tree that night, it being 12th night but, with everything being thrown into disarray, it was well into February before we got around to that. In the midst of grief it was comforting to have such a visible reminder of the Light that came into the world - Light that darkness has never overcome. The Incarnation cannot be packed away in the attic or in the cupboard under the stairs. Thanks be to God - it goes on making a difference in all of life - and death.