And so it begins, ADVENT IS HERE. Today! The 1st Sunday of Advent, the countdown to Christmas (22 days to go!?!) Virginia had plans to post something grand, but today is the Grand Illumination in Colonial Williamsburg, so a post haste departure looms ever near (to get a parking spot? the all too difficult task betwixt holiday goings-on.)
Dashing, but not through the snow. Why all this haste? In years past, Virginia engaged in an Advent post-a-day gig here @ Roses in the Rubble. Hoping to do the same this year, but here’s the first day and scribbled notes a blog does not make.
The last two years I took a complete holiday from Advent posts. Nary a one (okay, so a measly 3 last year, and just ONE the previous year.) And this matters, because?
The last time I did the post-a-day Advent gig, my Mama served as the blog-posting elf’s helper extraordinaire. Each day she cheered me on. Perched here in the study she’d take her recovery period (PC for nap) checking every now & then on progress (which helped the get-it-done factor tremendously!)
Sometimes the holidays can be difficult missing our loved ones. Not just difficult, but full on hard to bear.
But, every now & then there’s something special when it somehow seems that the veil is thin between here & the Heavenlies.
This Thanksgiving as we loaded up piles of food to take to my sister’s home, my brother said, “Look, look, BLUEBIRDS!!” Out the kitchen windows we scurried to look – a whole family of bluebirds descended upon our birdbath & the ground all around. Like, 7 of them.
A BLUEBIRD SIGHTING — and not just one, but a whole family!! Never before have we ever seen such bountiful bluebirds, most times we’re blessed to see just ONE.
Two minutes later they all flew away. Since then? No bluebirds. But what a special gift that lifted our spirits and reminded us of Mama: bluebirds were her favorites, a sighting always cause for celebration.
We miss Papa, too! Putting up Christmas ornaments yesterday, I missed his presence and all the special times we had putting up the tree each year when he cheered us on from his bedfast-quadriplegia hospital bed.
But, he & Mama have passed & are now together, forever.
Although the legacy of Mama & Papa’s love surrounds me, there’s still a big hole in my heart and life. As treasured memories flood that hole, my joy is not diminished because grief takes it deeper to a place where it can not be taken away.
“We cannot wait til the world is sane
to raise our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to touch our pain,
He came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!”
Virginia : )