Grief during the holidays: remember them next year

This is borrowed from a blogger I follow: ftedailygreen.wordpress.com. Wise words for this time of year.

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For many people, this is not the “hap hap happiest time of the year.”  They may hang a decoration or two, maybe even wish you holiday cheer; but underneath it all is lingering grief.  2014 was a difficult year.  We said goodbye to grandma, my friend’s sons lost their father, and my childhood friend lost her child to cancer.

stephI think as outsiders we feel helpless to easing their pain because really, we can’t.  So maybe this year we try to do a little more: dropping off holiday cookies, running errands, offering a shoulder to lean on.  We know that this first holiday without them- quite frankly- sucks.

What we often forget, though, is that second year.

I was a kid when my dad died.  I remember that first Christmas felt like everything was just going through the motions.  No amount of gifts, eggnog, or caroling was going to bring back…

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Friendship Tree

One of the bloggers I follow put together this lovely poet-tree using short poems submitted on their blog. I think it is beautiful!!! Check out movingtowardsthelight.com on wordpress.

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A Family Was Born

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December 20, 2014, marks the 4th Anniversary of the birth of the Stephen and Ashley Houzenga family, the day when Stephen formally adopted Garrett and McKayla and forever changed all of our lives for the better. We love Stephen like a son for many reasons–the way he cares for and respects our daughter and the love he has for our grandchildren top the list.

Happy Family Day to Stephen, Ashley, Garrett, and McKayla. (And to Harper who joined the fray some time later)!

Memory of You

One of my favorite bloggers/poets. Doubleupoet.wordpress.com

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I.

It’s been years

since our last pleasantries,

since we last fellowship’d.

II.

How you were,

remains steadfast in my mind,

frozen in neural time capsule.

III.

It is my hope,

that you have changed very little.

I’ve used this memory of you for years.

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White Gold

A beautiful nugget from this morning’s readings. Thanks poesypluspolemics.com for sharing this

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"Old Couple" Painting by Joan Breckwoldt From joanbreckwoldt.blogspot.com “Old Couple”
Painting by Joan Breckwoldt
From joanbreckwoldt.blogspot.com

precious alloy
made stronger
more durable
thanks to base
elements metals
of homelier cast
like the glorious
glow of a love
well annealed
with respect
mundane kindness
and gratitude

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Headache

She’s a fearsome broad–
This headache.
Trapped within the narrow
Confines of my skull.
Pounding her knobby fists
Whump! Whump! Whump!
Against my brow
Inside out.
Kicking her gaudy stilettos
Whomp! Whomp! Whomp!
Into my cheekbones
Upside down.
I’ve made an offering
Of peace.
A sacrifice of two orange
Gel-filled caplets slugged back
Shot style.
Hurry, relief.

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Nine and a Half Novembers

Little girl, hair a’flying
Barely 9 and a half
Novembers old
Drives like a maniac
On her old Schwinn bike
Singing Taylor Swift
At the top of her lungs.

Pretty girl, smart to boot
18 and a half
Novembers old
Home for a weekend
With a new boyfriend
How long will this one last?
Nobody knows.

Beautiful woman, baby in tow
27 and a half
Novembers old
Thanksgiving with her family
Gathered round the kitchen stove
Remembers the bike
Married the beau.

Autumn’s middle child
Always dares to remind
That little girls grow into women
In just a few Novembers’ time.