As the colored lights go on up and down my street, miles of garland and tinsel add sparkle to the tree in the window and carols are sung by fresh faced children in shiny new shoes, I reflect back to Christmas last year, and remember my dad’s last days.Dad died shortly before Christmas 2011. It wasn’t , though, until after the crowds and glitter and piles of wrapping paper cleared away; after the lights dimmed and the chorus of music became a soft melody; that I was able to thank God for the…See More