I lost a close friend this holiday season.
Unexpected.
Unthinkable.
Devastating.
Another dear friend left some time ago, moving to Maine.
Our love of art fashioned both friendships.
Giorgione,
Georgia,
Guanyin.
We learned the art of docent-ing together.
Kathee’s daughter discovered a gift with my name on it.
Deidre’s present arrived in the mail the same day. Eight perfect biscotti, handmade.
A Gift-of-the-Magi-lump-in-my-throat moment.
My gift to Kathee sits wrapped under the tree. A comforter. Soft and warm.
I have no gift for Deidre.
To give.
Or not give.
Or not be able to give.
There is an art to the giving and receiving of gifts.
