All of your posts are so touching. Both my parents are gone and at Christmas I really miss them. They were in their 40’s when I was born so I knew that there was a chance I’d lose them fairly early in my life. No matter where I was or what I was doing I never missed a holiday season with them. Mom and I wrapping gifts at the dining room table and Dad and I sipping scotch listening to classical music beside the tree are clear memories. Now the dining room table is crammed into my small house and hubby hates classical.
I got married 3 days after my Dad left to spend eternity with Mom. I now have a beautiful, almost 2 year old son. I so wish that they could see the sparkle in his eyes on Christmas. I believe that they can, from where they are but wish they could bounce little Nate on their knees and pull him in his little red wagon.
Now Christmas is spent with my husband’s family. We go out of town and my little boy may never know the joy of running downstairs to see what Santa brought. (He’ll see us packing it all into the back of the SUV on the way out of town!) I wish I could have just one more scotch sipping christmas eve, one more let’s play with the cousins Christmas morning and my parents dear friends over for drinks and treats after dinner.
Gotta go now. I host a live tv show and go on air in 30 minutes. My makeup is smudging from tears. Time to think HAPPY!
BEQS clique. With elbows in!
