That was the extent of my phone conversation with grandson, Dane, today. The excitement was electric, popping off the wires. My Christmas is amazing and it is not even here yet.
And in contrast, I have just returned from a funeral. There was heart wrenching grieving, but, at the same time, there was the awareness of the fullness my Uncle Bill's life. The service was a beautiful tribute to a life well lived.
When my mother died five years ago my grand daughter--four years old at the time--asked why people were smiling and laughing when someone had died. It was my Aunt Jule (Uncle Bill's wife of 63 years) who explained to her that it was the good memories that prompted the smiles and laughter. My Aunt Jule passed out Hungarian kolache (sweet nut bread) at the dinner after the services. "Have this for your Christmas breakfast."
And in contrast, I am deeply worried for my son and my son-in-law, who are both experiencing periods of angst and depression--so, so painful.