This year felt Christmasy as soon as Thanksgiving was over. Hubby put lights out front, we've been on track with baking, shopping, parties and such.
However, about a week ago, I told Hubby that the one thing I wanted for Christmas I couldn't have - I wanted a visit from Mom and Dad for Christmas. My best remembered Christmases as an adult were the ones Mom and Dad (and then Dad after Mom was gone) came to visit.
I've dwelt on that this week even to the point of being quite a Grinch to my family.
So, yesterday I visited them. My sister and I took silk poinsettias to the cemetery for the vases on Mom and Dad's headstone. We didn't linger there. I've never felt it necessary since they aren't there. I know others spend time at the graves of loved ones and that's fine. Everyone grieves differently.
As I was posting our Christmas letter, I was rereading December blog posts of mine and I came across the one I wrote the Christmas after Dad died. It's called "A Different Christmas" (click link to read) and in it I wrote "Emmanuel, God is with me." Boy am I thankful I wrote that because it's a good reminder to me today! The post also has a link to something Emily Freeman wrote "For when everything is different". Grief is always hard, but especially hard at holidays so I hope both these posts will be helpful to someone.
So, my parents won't be visiting this Christmas. But, on the first Christmas, Jesus did more than visit. He came to be with us and He's never left! Yet, at the same time, he left to prepare a place. A place where because of the plan He set in motion several thousand years ago - Mom and Dad (and other loved ones) will be able to spend Christmas together again.
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