At Christmas especially, we miss those we loved who are no longer here on earth with us. We talk about them, we shed a few tears. This year, my daughter, Tami, and I both had the same feelings. When I woke up yesterday, it was to say Happy Birthday to my Mom, who died a few years ago. Part of Christmas Eve was always taking a separate part of the day to celebrate her birthday, so it wouldn't be mashed in with Christmas.
After that, I decided to wear her ring, as well as my grandmother's, and put them on a gold chain around my neck. It just seemed the right thing to do. I didn't do that in prior years, but this Christmas it just seemed right. Tami was thinking of Aunt Lil, who shared over 30 Christmases with us - and put on her ring, and wore one of her necklaces. Strange that we both decided to remember in this way, and to take them with us to share yet another Christmas.
Our older son, Rusty, who is in northern California, chose an unusual way to be with us this morning. He sent a package to The Simms Clan, to be refrigerated upon arrival, with strict instructions, NOT to open it until Christmas morning, and to take it to his brother Rob's house for all of us to share this morning. It's a freshly smoked salmon, sent directly from the smokehouse. He told me it was coming from Trinidad, and I was trying to figure out how Trinidad would have cold water salmon....until I read the label, that Katy's Smokehouse was in Trinidad, California!
My daughter-in-law, Patricia, spent several Christmases a coast away from her daughter, April. Each year the two would set aside a couple hours for a phone call, and each open their presents from each other while on the phone. Too bad they couldn't be set up with cameras so they could watch each other as they opened them.
Enjoy your Christmas, and share it with those you love - wherever they are.