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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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
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