Just a Week

 My wife and I went to our local post office yesterday and were waited on by a young woman who looked to be forty something who said she didn’t feel like decorating for Christmas this year.  She lost her mom, her best friend, and a man she had known for some time in the last year.  She said she’ll be glad when the holidays are over and she hopes next year will be better.  

Christmas is like that for some people as three of those closest to her passed away this past year.  It’s hard to lose a mom, but also two very close people.  Neither of us were sure what to say to this young woman, but she was too young to be dealing with losses like these.  We wished her the best and hoped 2025 will be kinder to her.  But there are those in life who for whatever reason will skip Christmas this year.  My heart went out to her.

But my heart goes out to those who lost loved ones this past year.  We’re fortunate to be spending our fiftieth Christmas together.  But when it comes to life we just don’t know. My advice is to not take your loved ones for granted.  Celebrate Christmas this year as if it might be your last one together.  We just don’t know.  In fact any day could be your last day on earth.  And be thankful every day for those in your life.  Christmas can be a time of great joy for most of us but is a time of great sorrow for at least a few.  

My wife shared a touching story about a husband and wife who too have been married a long time.  When they go grocery shopping he will wander off only to see her smile when they find each other.  I thought that was cute.  I often complain to my wife about grocery shopping and can’t wait to hear her say, “Okay, I’m finished now.  We can check out and go home.”  My favorite words.  Maybe I should wonder off more often and she might be happier if I did so she won’t hear me complain.  Maybe grocery stores need a place just for husbands to wait.  But I’ve told her that I’m happy to just be with her.  At least I tell myself this.  But actually I am.  Sure I could be home smoking my pipe, but I also know she needs me to reach things or she might ask a stranger  to reach something for her if I’m not there.  So, I tell myself my wife needs me to be with her.  

The fact is my wife and know where the other is most of the time.  Right now I am on the lanai smoking my Dunhill pipe my family gave me last Christmas.  My tobacco this morning is Golden Days of Yore.  My coffee this morning is Stumptown Holler Mountain.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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