For 16 years after Dad passed, Mom and I celebrated holidays together. A few times, I was able to get Mom to sleep overnight from Christmas Eve to Christmas Day. A couple times I even convinced her to go to midnight mass with me, which was way past her bedtime. Afterwards we’d come home and toast the night with a glass of wine before bed.
So as I sit here and think about holiday decorating and baking Christmas cookies, I can’t help but think about Mom. I remember as kids how we made so many tins of Christmas cookies, all different varieties. I remember having her over my place, and she would decorate cookies for me. She loved seeing the tree decked out and going for rides to see the Christmas lights. And oh my goodness, she would ask if the dog was coming with us. Later as travel got harder for her, we’d spend the visits at her assisted living apartment. She didn’t understand technology, but she loved to do FaceTime and look at photos on the computer.There are times when I sit here and think, “I wonder if Mom would like this?” Just yesterday I did that again. This time I heard back, “Oh, I just love that!” It’s a good feeling to know she’s still around. And for Dad, there are lots of days I ask, “I wonder what Dad would think of this (fill in the topic).” I can picture him analyzing a situation, listening intently and offering his opinion... “If it were me, this is what I would do.”
So as this stinky pandemic year comes to a close, if you are lucky enough to have loved ones around you, give them a big hug and a extra helping of love this Christmas. If they are passed, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and let the warmth of their love fill your souls once more. Go through a picture album or a cedar chest or an old jewelry box and remember how life was stitched together. Maybe this year we should all raise a toast to memories past, present, and better ones yet to come. And as Tiny Tim would say, “God bless us, everyone.”