Today, the day after Christmas, I just felt like sharing some personal thoughts.
Christmas Eve was the anniversary of my Mother’s passing in 2011. I realized I had not been in a “funk” about that day fast approaching; quite the contrary. I knew I was going to be with my family that evening; starting it off with a beautiful song-filled candlelight service.
I was enjoying all the beautiful caroles just “being” in the moment when Silent Night was the next song the worship team began singing. As everyone joined in with those beautiful words, my mind drifted for just a brief moment and I felt a little twinge in my heart. Silent Night was the song I sang to my Mom in her last hours.
For the first time in three years I didn’t feel sad about Christmas Eve. The twinge I felt was more of a longing than anything. Yes, there are times I still wish I could see or talk to my Mom, yet I felt like she was with me for that brief moment while singing Silent Night.
This is something I wrote while sitting with Mother the night she went to heaven:
A Christmas Gift
A special gift this time of year
Usually brings joy and lots of cheer
But tonight is different, it’s more like tears
My emotions are bittersweet and not the norm
For while my loved one has moved on I will mourn
I prayed for the day that she would be free
Free to laugh and talk and joke and just be
How joyous she must be right now
To be singing praises with the angels to the One on High
It’s Christmas Eve and there’s peace all around
The room is filled with a low warm light
While angels are singing throughout the night
Silent Night, Holy Night all is calm all is bright
The Christmas gift has been given…sleep in heavenly peace