I was commenting on a dear friend’s post tonight and suddenly a few happy tears fell. Remembering Christmas‘s long ago when children squealed with delight. Hands clapping wildly and smiles from ear to ear.
We learned about baby Jesus in Sunday School but if I am honest, it was more exciting to wake up on Christmas morning. Mom and Dad were the best Mr. and Mrs. Santa Clause all around. We didn’t get hoards of gifts but what we got is exactly what we told Santa we wanted.
Each Christmas was like that until the year I got married. When Christmas morning came there was no one to celebrate it with first thing in the morning. Although I had my husband, it was different.
I still could not wait to go to Mom and Dad’s on Christmas Eve. Every year it remained the same at my parents. Christmas Eve was an unspoken saved time where we knew we were going there for dinner, treats, and gifts.
Spending the time with my entire family back in those days was a true joy. What a gift it would be today if I could have a peek and relive just one of those wonderful years. Both of my parents are deceased. My half-sister has pretty much disowned me. So it is definitely not the same now, but I do celebrate with my children and grandchildren.
New traditions to try out and add to many years to come. New memories are added but deep, deep within my heart is that little void and those silent tears for what once was.
My Dad had a little thing he would do for us three kids every year. He would wait until all the gifts were opened and then he would rise from his chair look at me and smile and slowly walk a way going to his bedroom.
When he returned he would have three brown paper lunch bag sacks. In each sack was a giant Hershey chocolate candy bar and a two liter bottle of coke. He would grin from ear to ear as he handed it to me.
My dad got a big kick out of Christmas. Of the entire year, this was the only time he truly enjoyed shopping. He didn’t care or he didn’t voice it what he got in return. I remember I used to buy him long john underwear a lot. Dad worked for the County Highway. He drove a truck and during the winter plowing, sometimes he would get stuck outside more than inside the truck.
But for me, I will be thinking this year about Christmas. It will only be Al and me sitting here, but my thoughts will be looking up to heaven and seeing Dad smiling down at me holding that brown paper lunch bag sack. He will be handing me my chocolate bar and coke. But this time I will not just say thank-you Daddy. I will jump up and wrap my arms around him so tight and squeeze him crying out how much I miss him and how much I still love him.
My Daddy, my hero of my world died six years ago Dec.1. I love you Daddy. I can’t wait to see you again. We will share that candy bar and that big coke. Hugs, your daughter, Terry.
This is my Daddy when I was caring for him while he was dying from Leukemia and Myaloma. I am the blonde next to him with my head tilted.
sweet memories…
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Thanks April
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May your Christmas be filled with many blessings!
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Thank you so much April. I hope your Christmas is joyous and you build new memories
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What beautiful memories, Terry. My hope is that you and Al will have a joyous, wonder-full (not a typo!) Christmas, despite the obstacles you are facing, and make many happy memories. 🙂 Sending love and light to you both!
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thank you so much Stephanie! I hope your Christmas is filled with joy also!
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When my dad passed, his wife in tears. I said do not be sad because dad is back with his pup. lol and she started to laugh.. kindness is the milk of love..
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it sure is. What a great thing you did, helping turn her tears into laughter. Laughter is always the best medicine
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Ah – sweet memories 🙂
Thanks you for sharing them with us.
Cheers with a coke to your dad in Heaven celebrating this holiday season with the birthday boy.
{Hugs}
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Thanks so much RoSy!!!!! Now you see why Al and I love coke!!!
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Hi RoSy! I have nominated you for the Blog of the Year, 2013~
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when I read this I think of love, you have so much love Terry and that’s what’s going to get you through everyday.
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thanks so much Hook! Love does help get us through the days. Imagine how those who look down on life ever make it
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Hi Hook! I have nominated you for the Blog of the Year, 2013!
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OH My God, for real Thank you I am still sitting here with my mouth open. I am just honored to be even thought about. It helps it really does to write what you’re feeling and get comments from others. Thank you again for thinking of me.
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you are very welcome. I hope you enjoy!
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What beautiful, sweet memories and I love photos. They are memories help forever.
This year will be the first Christmas with babies in a long time and I am so excited.
Great grands are 2 and 9 weeks.
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Oh that is so wonderful! You are going to have the best Christmas ever!!!!
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Hi Granny, I have nominated you for the Blog of the Year, 2013~
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Christmas is always about festive and gifts when we were child, this story reminds me of my mom, i think she’s there with your dad, looking at us 🙂
have a wonderful Christmas Terry.
Actually i want to say, since i talk about you a little about an award on my blog, maybe you could make a stop here, thank you Terry
http://yunitagena.wordpress.com/2013/12/11/i-shall-dance-along-and-continue-the-dance/
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I bet your mom and my dad are good friends. An award? Oh thank you Yuna, thank you.
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Lovely memories to hold on to!
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heartwarming…
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Ahhh – nostalgia.
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A beautiful memory!
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