All the presents have been unwrapped to the sounds of children's glee. The evergreen still holds center court with presents still under the tree. The Wii was a hit for everyone and the girls proved they are sports stars. The teenager has more clothes to make a mall and there is still wrapping paper down the hall. It was a wonderful Friday with a moment to reflect on the real reason we celebrate the giving of gifts. From the youngest to the teenage child, they read the story of the Christmas child. Each one, in voices clear, read the story our hearts hold dear. Their father prayed in his booming voice, giving thanks to God and for the moment to rejoice. The gift-giver took her job with glee and handed out presents to everyone...even to me. She smiled and she sang as she skipped about, covering her ears when her sister let out a shout! "Just what I wanted, I'm so happy to have it." She moved and danced and could hardly sit. Their father and I smiled with knowing that we each to the one gave them something worth owning. Careful thought and lots of care made our tree overflowing, not a space was bare. When it was all said and done, we hugged each other, knowing love had won. Then off to their corners to open and play, each one gleeful and joyous that day.
We came together last night and sang Hannah's song. Family from California was in town, it was the night before Aunt Hannah's Home Going Celebration. We met at my house late in the evening to fellowship, remember, hug, eat, and laugh. Thom felt the love in the room and I'm sure his mom would've appreciated us doing what she did all her life - love. Aunt Hannah was a gracious woman. Her gentle spirit, sparkling eyes, and constant smile will be remembered. She has left us physically, but never spiritually. The laughter was like music in Thom's ear. For the first time in weeks I saw my cousin relax. He has been in a tornado for the past four weeks from his mother's diagnosis to her death. Even in her final stage, Aunt Hannah was granted her desire. She asked to not suffer long when it was her time to go, she had been a caregiver her whole life and I'm sure her prayer was for her son. In the last days of her life, she still greeted well wishers with a wa...
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Thoughtful dialogue is appreciated.