Christmas Eve
It’s been hard going through the holiday season with my dad gone. He so loved Christmas with all it’s joy, church going and giving. He was very generous, not so much with money and things but with kindness of spirit, thoughtfulness and love.
Last year he wrote everyone a letter as part of their gift. I will pull mine out and read it again, I actually keep it in my camera bag. I wonder how long I will do that for?
My mom has not even read hers. She couldn’t read it last year. I told her to look at it as her gift from him this year. Then the tears rolled down our cheeks as they seems to have been on and off this past month.
To see his handwriting, he was here just not so long ago but it feels like forever since we’ve embraced.
Last week, Jen and I ran in the wee hours of the morning and then went to put a few Christmas ornaments up on his tree at Lake Calhoun.
I know he would love that, although, I know he would think that I should have put up more than three, he likes lots of lights and ornaments ; )
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Maybe he thinks three is a good number. Merry Christmas, Mary.