Freedom

” I hope you have a good Christmas!” My daughter’s comments to her grandparents at Thanksgiving made me stop and reflect. “Where would they be this Christmas since they decided that Florida would not be in the best interest this year?

When we left their home after celebrating Christmas, I looked at her, sitting in the chair, and suddenly realized it was going to be her last Christmas. I wanted to deny it, but the signs, excessive sleeping and her posture, indicated otherwise.The month of December, filled with Christmas activities, included another one on December 10: the passing of my dear mother-in-law.

Her passing went quickly. She entered the hospital, the decision was made to place her in a hospice facility, and she passed away a mere 48 hours later.

I know she had a good Christmas because she is free of the painful leg wounds, free of daily medication, and free of aches that never could be fixed with medication.

I also wanted her to have a good Christmas, but I also wanted more time with her, more laughs, and more shopping trips.

Now that Christmas is over, can I say that we had a good Christmas?

The answer is a resounding yes. Knowing that she is without pain means that we had a very good Christmas. I will always miss her, but she must be celebrating Christmas in the best way possible. That, I would say, is a fantastic Christmas journey.

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Freedom– the name of the rose for the casket spray.

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This blog includes a year of adventure where I left my teaching position to pursue dreams , renew friendships, and care of my aging parents.It includes details about my aging father who lives in a memory care home. I recently became a grandma and will be taking care of little Julia starting in October.

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