Tonight, we set up and decorated the Christmas tree while listening to Christmas carols and drinking coffee… Thankfully it rained all day yesterday, which cooled things off enough that I was able to wear a sweatshirt and it felt a little more like Christmas.
Something about the traditions of Christmas feels like the idea of “home…” and the treasuring of family in all sense of the word – immediate, extended, adopted, and those who aren’t, but they should be. But along with the treasuring comes the missing of those who are not present – whether because of distance, or because of death…
I miss Mom. I miss Jeferson. I miss Grandma. I wish… And I miss Kait, Car, and Jon. I miss Dad and Heath. I miss Fil and Anne and Si… and I could go on and on, but I’ll cut this short before it become a list of everyone I’ve ever loved.
But I believe that’s the idea – that we take the time and make the space to celebrate – to remember both the joyful and sorrowful. May we learn to remember this Christmas…
Christmas in Rio! Thanks for shring Ben.
anne and phil and si made the ben blog?! wow… i was feeling slightly jealous until i remember how they are great people to miss, i do as well… it’s possible i might live near/with them again for a while (in that extra room i called “mine” this spring). not finding a job has been difficult but if it means living in the gallagher home again, i might be okay with it–to say the least.
see you post-christmas. hope your time in peru is better than you expect.
love you brother ben,
lizzie
Mr. Ben…and I miss you.
Thanks for the reminder to leave space in the joy for the sorrow and slow down enough to FEEL.
Becs
só aqui a gente te encontra!!!! estou feliz por vocês!!! beijo grande. lilia