So now Christmas is over. Many people experience the “after-Christmas Blues”, but I am not certain I am one of those people. We had a wonderful Christmas, and although we missed Mama at every turn, we all have been touched deeply with the comfort of 1 Thessalonians 4:13 – 18:
13 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus.
15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. 16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord. 18 Therefore comfort one another with these words.
We indeed comforted one another with those words all day long, and everyday since Mama passed away. There were tears here and there, memories shared, hugs given and returned. Mostly, though, we tried to enjoy Christmas as Mama had always enjoyed Christmas, and I believe we accomplished that.
As I wrote a couple of blogs ago about Bo and Emily heading back to their home in Minnesota, today I have to write about my Tater and Will returning to their home. It was difficult to see them go – Pamela has been here for almost a month, and Will for over a week.
I told Bill that it seemed so normal for them to be here, for Will to hang Christmas lights, build a gate for Daddy’s porch, fix a hole in Daddy’s bedroom floor, and race remote controls with Bill.
For Pamela to bake, care for Mama until she was gone, and then for her Granddad; to giggle with her sister and charm her Daddy with her big blue eyes!
And Will and Dannye Reigh pester each other like true brothers and sisters (although they don’t kick-box each other like she and Bo do, for which I am eternally grateful! Emily and I are always having to tell them to take their “karate” matches outside!)
We even got to share Christmas with Bill’s family – Pam, Will, Dan, Bill and I all went to church together and then drove over to Bill’s brother and sister-in-law’s home.
What a fun time we all had, doing a “Chinese gift exchange” and eating yummy Mexican food! Bill’s Mom has dementia like my Mama did, but she isn’t physically impaired like Mama. Memaw was having an especially good day, and it was so wonderful to hear her sing “It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas!” like she has every year since I can remember!
Anyway, Pamela and Will left about 5:30 this morning to head east. Will’s folks were on the way down from Michigan, and will probably beat Pam and Will to their house this afternoon. I know they are looking forward to getting back to their own routines, as well as seeing Will’s family. I told Pamela I am simply pretending they went shopping or something!
In all honesty, though, I am greatly looking forward to some plain old routine, ordinary days, as well. I don’t know how soon they will come, with the business aspect of Mama’s death still to deal with, work to catch up on, and trying to help Daddy get well from this lingering pneumonia. I’m not sure I will know when the ordinary days come – perhaps I will look up one day and realize that life has gone forward, and all is well again! I know it happened just that way after Bo and Em moved to Minnesota – the almost unbearable grief I knew at that time began to ease bit by bit, day by day, until one day my heart was no longer breaking.
And now, in the midst of grieving for my Mama and saying goodbye to my faraway kids and grandbabies once again, I am anticipating the magic of ordinary days again. The “magic” that comes is the sweet, calming voice of the Lord speaking peace to my heart. And already I hear Him speaking! Isn’t God good??
God bless your day!