December’s snowstorm meant that we delayed our Christmas until January, but it was still memorable. A day filled with laughter, food, and games is a blessing despite the date. Hugging my frail father is a Christmas present in itself.
We marveled at another celebration with my father. ” Remember what he was like right after Mom died?” we mused. We thought it was the last Christmas, based on his comments and depression.
Our discussions usually center on college life, politics, and then my mother. ” What do you suppose she is doing now? we wondered. ” Do you think she welcomed Aunt Mary when she arrived?” The topic reminded my father of his discussion with the pastor and how we should not fantasize about heaven but rely entirely upon God’s Word. I nodded in agreement because sometimes it is easier to nod instead of trying to figure out his thoughts.
We drove back to Indiana, grateful for clear roads and another opportunity to see my dad. Thank you, God, for giving him another Christmas.
A Journey Worth Remembering 