I've been reluctant to make a thanksgiving/holiday season post yet this year. But here we go...
I felt heavy yesterday (and not just from the food). As we turned onto my Opa & Oma's street I suddenly felt tears rolling down my cheeks and my heart pitter-pattered a bit faster.
I wasn't prepared for this type of emotion. For one, I didn't have on waterproof mascara. Secondly, where was it coming from? I thought I had moved past mourning-I reckon we never really do.
I have decided I do not like becoming a "grown up." Can someone just guide me to and from my next destination, please?
We pulled into the drive, I gathered myself and we went inside.
There it sat. A wing-backed, navy leather chair with bronze upholstery nails. The leather is slightly worn with small creases from decades of love. This chair has a footstool; a velvety, tufted, navy stool which belongs to the chair's predecessor (which abides in another room).
I'm not sure if there were others but these two I remember from childhood.
The footstool has a good spring to it-perfect for grandchildren and greats to climb on. The greats do not understand it's meaning and that's okay-they're all so little.
So there it sat. My Opa's chair.
No climbing, no bouncing, no sitting.
I've been dwelling on this chair. And I've been thinking about family, friends, and "framily" (friends that are like family).
I don't have any profound or deep thoughts but I will say, I'm sad. It's hard and don't want to pretend that it's all smiles. I am forever thankful that because of Opa, and so many others not pictured, that I was raised in a loving and Christian family.
Because of this we have a hope that we will see our loved ones again in Paradise.
I pray, you my friends, have a joyful holiday season. Celebrate those who have passed on, the cherished memories, our distant family and those who are with us always.