The holidays…the time of year when perhaps grief engulfs you like darkness on a moonless night. Tightness in your chest, tears in your eyes, anxiety on your face, and unbearable sorrow in your heart that no one else can see.…All the memories of holidays past.. when times were good, and your loved ones where still here..It only takes the merest of a whisper to evoke those memories, be it a song, a scent or aroma in the air, a child having fun…or having to go out and shop for gifts, because you really don’t want to disappoint someone you love, who is still here with you.
Someone told me recently they wanted to hear the Christmas bell again. That feeling that one gets at the holidays, before we suffered the loss of a loved one, the death of a relationship with someone we loved deeply, or of a beloved pet that has crossed the rainbow bridge ..The sound of the Christmas Bell is never the same after we have suffered that kind of loss. We can hear it ring again eventually with time and distance from the loss. We just have to be listening to hear the new sounds it makes.
Regulars commenters, diarist's, lurkers and those new to grief. Please consider this an open thread to share your remembrances of holidays past, when times were good and the sorrow in your heart was not there.
When I signed up for this night, I thought I would be at home, but a change of plans has me out of town.. I don’t know if I will be here tonight, but I will check in when I am able.
Merry Christmas, UnMerry Christmas, Bah! Humbug! Who Cares about stupid Holidays, or whatever your calling the holidays this year.
PEACE and LOVE to you all.
I hope you hear your Christmas Bell in the video..George Winston is one of my favorite pianists, I love this arrangement of Carol of the Bells.