This was the weekend we would go pick-out the tree, bring it home, then decorate it.
Christmas was my mom’s favorite time of the year. We would have eggnog or hot chocolate, while decorating the tree. The lights, glass balls and garland.
There would be Christmas baking. I remember the cookies, fudge, pies and cheese cake. To this day, my mom made the best cheese cake. I cannot bring myself to bake holiday cookies.
The meals were feasts, with enough food to last a week or two after. As teenagers, we filled platters with food, and ate until we could eat nothing more. Memories. . .
Sitting here writing this, I find tears coming to my eyes, like the rain falling outside. She died 5 days before Christmas, and her wake was held on Christmas Eve. It was a few years ago, but I remember her every year. On December 20th, I will venture to the beach and light a single, white candle in her memory.
This year is harder, because another family member is dying too.
Last year, we spent a holiday weekend with them. We went to the tree farm, picked-out the tree, brought it to their house, and decorated it. As we wandered through the trees on the farm, it occurred to me that this might be the last Christmas with my father-in-law. I took pictures. . .memories. . .
He hasn’t passed yet, though it is a matter of time. . .
. . .and the rain reflects my tears. . .
Love & Light to All. . .Karen