Isn't that how the song goes?
I find my self thinking of Granny, missing all the traditions that we shared with her. Her cute antidotes and her cooking... I do not think I will ever cook as good as she. I miss her smells, her perfume,( gramp's too). I will be walking along and get a whiff of her perfume and look around thinking she has walked by me. I dream of her at night sometimes, her arms wrapped around me holding me close. Whispering her secrets in my ear. I see her sitting in her T.v room writing out all those Christmas cards for Lottie moon. And planning for the Christmas feast. AND PONSEROSAS... poinsettias with gramps. I still would love to know why he called them that.
Then I start looking at my mom. WOW, its amazing, some of the same antidotes, the same traditions she is building for my boys. Decorating the Christmas tree, telling tales of my childhood.
I missed out on Christmas eve with my boys today. It broke my heart to not be able to share that special time with them. But I am glad that they werent stuck at home and not able to go it all... and that they got to enjoy more family traditions.
Off to wrap gifts.
Good night
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