Saturday, November 8, 2014

Like a Stone in Deep Water


November 8th ...
As unbelievable as it seems, we’re in the eleventh month of the year! I have no idea where the time went. Seems it was only yesterday we were saying, “Happy New Year” and two months from now, we’ll be saying it again.
Really! Time disappears like a stone in deep water!
Halloween is over and now we move on to one of the most important holidays of the year – Thanksgiving. Seems we measure time by special occasions.
November 1st  was Mr. H’s birthday. That’s a special occasion in our family. Our children visit, cards and presents in-hand, and we have cake and ice cream together and enjoy a little family time. Lots of laughs. It’s sort of a warm-up for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
We’ve always been big on family get-togethers for every occasion, but sadly, it gets a little more difficult with each passing year. Some have moved away and it saddens me that they no longer get to join us for every occasion.
Life gets in the way, you know.
Others have had some health problems, making it difficult for them to enjoy things as they once did. And we lost one of our dear ones this year. Her absence is more obvious at each gathering!
We miss her terribly!
I like family tradition. One can tell because I do things the same every year. Even before they see it, our children know what the Christmas tree will look like. We’ve used the same ornaments for many years, adding one or two each year. Some are a pleasure to add, like the “alien” ornament that mysteriously appears on our tree every year. We’re not sure who contributes it, but each year, when we decorate the tree, there is one more ornament to hang than we had last year. It’s fun to hold it in my hand and say, “This is the alien ornament from last year,” and then hang it in a prominent place.
A number of years ago, when Mr. H. and I started losing our parents... one at a time over several years... we began hanging a white bird for each departed one. Actually, they don’t hang; they perch regally on the branches. Even with my fear of birds, I like these birds because I know they’re not going to fly toward me suddenly – and because they’re symbols of people I love – and good memories. I’ve even come to know which bird represents which missing loved one. Almost feels like they’re with us.
But white birds are beginning to take over the tree. And we must add yet another one this year!
What to do?
I’m thinkin’ perhaps another tree. Smaller. We remove the birds from the main tree and decorate another with nothing but white lights and birds. In another room, of course.
Whaddaya’ think?
Mr. H. says, “One tree is enough to decorate!”
Ah, but wouldn’t it be sweet to have a whole tree dedicated to our departed loved ones?
I think so.
Now to convince Mr.H. (a little bird told me a coconut crème pie might do the trick!)        


Janet said...

White birds to represent the departed members of the family. Lovely tradition Peggy. I just may adopt it if you don't mind.

Dennis J. said...

Beautiful! Somehing tells me you'll convince Mr. H. He seems like a pretty easy guy to get along with. :) said...

Such a sweet story Peg. You are the master storyteller!

Pam said...

Love this! You are such a good writer. I read everything I see of yours. Keep it up.

Anonymous said...

Lovely story as usual.

Drema Ward said...

A beautiful thought