A Wedding with Tears...of Joy!

One of my sons got married this weekend.  He is the first of my children to wed.  I feared that not having my husband by my side as we watched our son become a husband would put a damper on my joy.  I couldn't have been more wrong.

Yes, I cried.  What mother of the groom doesn't?  But they were tears of joy.  And while my late husband wasn't physically present, his presence was surely felt.  And we made sure he was an integral part of the wedding.

There was a chair for him beside me.  We placed a picture of him in it...and the boutonniere that he would have worn as his son's best man.

I also took some of his dress shirts and had them made into handkerchiefs for me, my son, his bride, his brothers, and my late husband's parents and sisters to hold during the ceremony.  They were embroidered with our family number "27" which is code for "I love you 24-7."

My son did without a groom's cake to have a Cigar Bar in memory of his father.  My late husband was crazy about his cigars and all the men smoked a big stogie in tribute to him.

I have discovered that as time eases the pain of grief, I am able to embrace with joy these life changing events.  Steve will always be there...if only in my heart.

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Cyna

Sometimes...

Sometimes smiling is the greatest act of defiance, 

& sometimes asking for help is the most meaningful example of self-reliance.

Sometimes the best medicine is to just laugh until you cry, 

& sometimes the greatest wisdom comes from accepting you will just never know why.

Sometimes just going to bed is the best antidote to trials and tribulations, 

& sometimes just being blessed to get up again and fare it all, for one more day, is worthy of celebration.

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Cyna

Another Christmas Behind Me...

I made it through another holiday season.  I didn’t shed a single public tear.  People don’t want to hear about loss or watch you grieve when everything is so festive.  The grieving are dark spirits in a season of laughter and light. 

Christmas has been extraordinarily hard for me for many years.  I buried my father on Christmas Eve.  I was so overwhelmed the first Christmas without my husband, that I loaded up my children and ran away to a warm, tropical location.  Frankly, we just skipped Christmas that year.  The second year it was financially impractical for us to go away and this year logistics and work schedules didn’t give us a window of escape.

Steve's Tree

And so, we marched on with our traditions and festivities.  I decorated a tree just for Steve and lit a candle for him to burn through the holiday.  The family tree is especially hard…for each ornament is a time capsule…a season of each of our children’s lives, a place we have been…or special events...all good memories.  But wonderful memories can be the hardest ones this time of year.

Memory Candle

But memories are all we have now and I refuse to run away from them…for they are the things I treasure most. 

Family Tree

God gave me the gift of a wonderful husband who was a loving and supportive father to his sons.  Christmas is a time to be thankful for gifts.

Thank you, God, for my time with Steve.

Thank you most of all for your gift of Jesus Christ.

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Cyna

Losing Something

I have a lovely pair of 28 carat gold earrings that my father-in-law brought back to me from Saudi Arabia early in my marriage.  The earrings are simple and beautiful…and for many years, I wore them exclusively.  

When my late husband finished dental school and we moved to a new city, one earring was lost in the move.  I was heartbroken.  Being a sentimental fool, I saved the remaining earring and put it in my keepsake box.  A year later, while moving from a rental home to our brand new home, I rolled up a rug and there, dangling from the underside was that missing earring!  What good luck!

Years later, at a weekend long soccer tournament, I lost one of those earrings again on the first day of the tournament.  Discovering the loss at the hotel that night, I was again heartbroken.  It rained the whole next day, but soccer play didn't stop.  I walked multiple fields looking for the lost earring with no luck.  On the last day of the tournament, heading back to our car, I spotted something shiny on the ground.  Yes, it was my missing earring.  Serendipity!

Last week, I noticed early in the work day that one of my beloved earrings was again missing.  I had people all over my school looking for my earring.  After several days of fruitless searching, we gave up.  Sadness again.  Sigh.  Then, over the weekend, while taking out the trash, bam…there was my earring…right by the wheel of my car.  How fortune!

It's a joy to find lost things...

In J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Luna Lovegood, seeking to comfort Harry, asserts, “Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.”  

I lost the love of my life.

How will my love come back to me?

I'm looking forward to the unexpected.

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Cyna

A World of Hurt

The last few weeks have been very difficult for my community.  One of our teens died at school and another in her bed.  One of our school administrators and his daughter were in a tragic car accident last week.  While the child is fine, he still lays in ICU.  Over the weekend, another automobile accident took the lives of two of our teens and another hangs on to life in ICU.

As a teacher in this close-knit community,  I know/knew all these people.  I ache for all the grief and pain these families are going through.  The fact that it comes at Christmas, which should be a time of joy, makes the pain cut even deeper.

As my grandmother used to say, "We are in a world of hurt."

All these tragedies...as well as my own...remind me that life is ephemeral.  We are not promised tomorrow.  We have only today.  Make your today count.

• Smile at a stranger.

• Keep the day positive.  Don't let a whine, vent, or negative thing out of your mouth.

• Look for a beautiful picture to take with your camera phone and preserve a memory.

• Make a new friend, even if it is the odd man behind you in the check-out line at Wal Mart.

• Open the door for someone.

• Say thank you.  A lot. 

• When you come to the end of the day, count your blessings.  They are far more than you think.

So, when a world of hurt rolls your way, choose to make your day count.  It will definitely make you feel better, and might shine a little light on another's day, too.

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Cyna

Imperfect Christmas

A perfect Christmas does not exist. In a human way of thinking, the place Jesus was born, a cave, a dark stinking cave where animals were kept with the stench of manure, was not a perfect place for the king of mankind to be born.  We see perfect Christmases portrayed in movies and television. On television and in the movies, we don't often see Christmases where people are grieving, where they have lost homes, jobs, or opportunities. When we find ourselves in dark times, especially at Christmas, we must go back to why Jesus was born. Jesus was not born so we could throw a party. Jesus was born so we could have eternal life.  Our eternal life is much bigger, infinitely bigger (as in infinity) than anything here on earth. No, we do not have perfect Christmases here on earth. However, in our imperfect Christmases, one perfection still exists. The perfection of Christmas is Christ and His love for us.  No matter what we face on Christmas, no matter what happens to us at any time, Christ still loves us beyond our comprehension. His love is perfect…just perfect! 27 Cyna This post is borrowed from the Christmas Daily Devotional

Beauty

God has made everything beautiful in its time.

Ecclesiastes 3:11

As I was leaving work on Wednesday and looked in my rear-view mirror to back out of my parking spot, as was startled to see a stranger looking back at me.  Who was that crypt keeper in the mirror?  Surely not me.  

But it was me.

Ewwww.

It seems that in my effort to stretch out my last few minutes in bed that morning, I woke up 20 minutes late.  My dash to readiness was fast an furious.  It wasn't until the end of the day that I realized I had not put make-up on.

And no one said a word.

Well, a few people asked me if I wasn't feeling well.  

But still...

All make-up aside...I've aged 10 years since Steve died.  I am not the vibrant, smiling, happy-go-lucky girl of my past.  

That makes me sad.

I miss that inner glow of beauty that being loved brings.

Perhaps God will bring it to me again.

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Cyna