Blurred Lines....

I heard a story that resonated with me earlier this week.  

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“I hate the time of year around the holidays,” the sad-faced lady said.  

“Why?” my friend inquired. 

“I lost my son,” the woman replied.  

My friend was concerned.  “I am so sorry.  How long ago was that?”

“Twenty-five years ago, “ she stated.  

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Focussing on the present is a job that requires my concentration and commitment.  I’ve told you about the therapist who told me numerous times, "You can look back; you just can't stare, Erin.  You just can’t stare.”

This time of year makes me want to stare.  

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We’ve all got our sacks of rocks.  Some of our rocks are heavier than others but frankly, 

I think we all have our burdens.  

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BUT, we all have something else......we all have blessings.  

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In December, Sally was in the holiday program at the Frazier Center in Decalb High School.  My three year old granddaughter did......nothing.  She stood in that row of 2 year olds and looked at us while wearing her Christmas dress.  She didn’t smile, she didn’t sing, she didn’t shake her jingle bells....she just watched a roomful of strangers watching all of them.  I was so proud. 

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So after they got home and she was taking her bath, she told her mother that she had a great day.  Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Dan, Nana, and Sister had come to pick her up from school.  She thought it was just wonderful.   AND they got to eat cookies!  It was a great day!  Her perception became my reality!

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My blurred lines make me try to live.  My blurred lines make me want to remember our family like it was.  My blurred lines make me yearn for my granddaughters to know their Uncle Mike.  My blurred lines want to refocus my energies on living each day to the fullest.  My blurred lines make me know my blessings far outnumber my sorrows.  

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I need to remember Sally’s perception of the Christmas program was 180 degrees different than what we expected.  Mike’s 33 birthday was Monday.  Happy Birthday, Mike!  I love you.  I miss you.