My mom had her Christmas party this past weekend. It was a great turnout -- my entire family was there -- all the kids had a ball -- food was delicious..... I was the sober driver and enjoyed the singing, giggles and stories by the fireplace far more than I expected.... It was an important tradition to start up again -- the soup dinner at my parent's house. Holdiays are still hard. Like I mentioned before, my dad just lived and breathed Christmas spirit -- as the years pass by, the holidays almost seem to get harder. My uncle, too has passed away. And, being with my cousins and Aunt was really special as we all know very much what family means and also, what is missing. It was a very cheerful evening that turned into a LATE evening as evidenced by:
LMAO...but even more strange....
My sister sent me this picture -- Dane -- my 9 1/2 year old still crawls in my lap when he is ready to fall asleep. It is super sweet -- he is such a cuddler. My sister took a couple pictures....most of them normal. This one...slightly eerie...hard to figure out why the normal white Christmas lights were so blurred -- was it the wind -- did she move....
but there...in the back of the picture -- in front of the kitchen windows...in the tall chairs...I see a silhouette of a person looking our way -- wearing glasses.
Call me Crazy.
I call that my dad
Merry Christmas, Dad.
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I see it too. You aren't crazy. Much love and happiness to you this year and always.
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