The Eve of Christmas

Every Christmas brings some type of epiphany to me. This year was no exception. Late Christmas Day evening, I set out for Charlotte to visit my developmentally disabled sister in the nursing home. For some reason, the cold and the looming darkness gave me an eerie feeling about making the trip alone. Even so, I wanted to go, and I left at about 5:15 for my trip. The interstate was busier than I expected. I had my favorite Spotify Christmas playlist…