Reflections on an emotional Christmas...
Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 1:14 pm
It started Friday. I got a card in the mail, from my Dad really, but everything
on it in my youngest sister's handwriting, except for 2 words: Love, Dad.
It was the first time in all my 53 years I had seen those 2 words together.
Mom was always the one who made out cards and signed them for both
Dad and herself. Now she is unable to do that. My Dad has never been able
to say "*I* love you", he always says "We" even though he lives by himself
now and Mom is in a care facility.
This morning I handed Tamsen her Christmas present, and was unable to
keep the catch out of my voice, and the tears from flowing. You see,
it is her last, I'm sure. And she loved her present, and knew it was
Christmas, and part of me was really really happy, especially when I
think of Arnold losing his boy a short time ago. But it's still hard.
And finally, last night when Paul and I were watching TV, we heard a
strange noise from the kitchen (sort of a "Tink") and he thought it
might be noises from the oven cooling down. We didn't think any more
of it until this morning we discovered a beautiful etched glass Christmas
serving platter had cracked, just sitting there on the kitchen counter.
It wasn't valuable, it wasn't really old, but I loved it and it cracked, and
I was sad.
Hold your loved ones close, gang. It's important. And thank you ALL for
just being who you are, and
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
on it in my youngest sister's handwriting, except for 2 words: Love, Dad.
It was the first time in all my 53 years I had seen those 2 words together.
Mom was always the one who made out cards and signed them for both
Dad and herself. Now she is unable to do that. My Dad has never been able
to say "*I* love you", he always says "We" even though he lives by himself
now and Mom is in a care facility.
This morning I handed Tamsen her Christmas present, and was unable to
keep the catch out of my voice, and the tears from flowing. You see,
it is her last, I'm sure. And she loved her present, and knew it was
Christmas, and part of me was really really happy, especially when I
think of Arnold losing his boy a short time ago. But it's still hard.
And finally, last night when Paul and I were watching TV, we heard a
strange noise from the kitchen (sort of a "Tink") and he thought it
might be noises from the oven cooling down. We didn't think any more
of it until this morning we discovered a beautiful etched glass Christmas
serving platter had cracked, just sitting there on the kitchen counter.
It wasn't valuable, it wasn't really old, but I loved it and it cracked, and
I was sad.
Hold your loved ones close, gang. It's important. And thank you ALL for
just being who you are, and
MERRY CHRISTMAS!