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Grandma! It's Christmas Time!

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.
This is life.  Yes, bittersweet.  And those of us who can just keep on trucking--hoping this will be the season of peace.

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  1. Wishing you and your family a Merry Christmas!!! :-)

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  2. Merry Christmas Olga to you and yours. Hope your New Year is stress free and full of joy.

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  3. Sending good thoughts to you and yours. Merry Christmas.

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  4. I've been browsing back through your always enjoyable posts and this one really touched a chord. My partner's 85 year old father died recently and, arranging the funeral and clearing the house that has been the family home for over 45 years, there's a sense of immense sadness at his loss and the passing of an era but also thankfulness for a long life, well lived, and so many happy memories.

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