Saturday, December 29, 2012
Holidays are hard.
Especially for those who have lost someone in the last year...
The parties. The gatherings. The laughter.
Sometimes you wonder if they remember.
The Christmases have gone by for me. 10 of them now.
I have gone to the parties. The gatherings. The laughter has been mine.
Still sometimes I wonder if they remember.
My birthday is on Christmas Eve.
A day where I know I will sing, Silent Night and think about the greatest gift, and the gifts He gave me.
And I will think about that silent night when he was born.
The silent delivery room.
The silence when he arrived.
I will sing, as silent tears fall.
Like Mother's Day, I have mixed feelings every Christmas Eve.
This year, my mom handed me a bag with two boxes in it.
I opened the first and saw a beautiful necklace.
A family of birds sitting on a branch.
2 big birds.
4 little birds.
I couldn't really look at it. Are those two things on the end of the branch butterflies?
My mom shook her head no.
"They are just leaves."
"I think they're butterflies."
My heart hurt a little and I choked back tears. Ten years but certainly she remembered. My mom who has listened to my journey~ walked it with me. My mom who once answered that questions "How many grandchildren do you have?" with, "My son has two and my daughter has four 'at home'."
Yes. I heard. I hear it all.
We all do.
How could she forget.
I wanted to cry.
And then I opened the next box.
A pair of earrings.
Two birds that left the branch.
And flew away.
I love them more than you know.
I love more that you remembered.