I have every intention to get to the braggy post that I promised.
However, in the meantime you are going to have to bear with me through a not so merry post.
Each year we send out Christmas cards to friends and family far away. I love sitting down, reviewing the year, and having a chance to say hello to people we don't see nearly enough. It is also a time for me to remember how blessed we are to have so many people in our lives.
Over the years my husband has collected a eclectic group of friends. Most of his friends are old enough to be his grandfather. A couple of years ago, after sending out Christmas cards, we had a Christmas card come to us from the widow of one his friends. It was sad to learn of his passing.
We spent sometime remembering our friend Smokey. Who was the nosiest neighbor a person could ask for. However, he made us laugh and he loved our little babies. Even if he did tease Brent that maybe someone should explain to Brent how babies are born because we seem to be having them too quickly.
Each and every Christmas after our cards go out within a few days we get a phone call from another old friend. Over the years we have rarely been home when the call comes. So when we check our messages we hear the voice of a friend. "Brent, got your card today. Can't believe how big those kids are getting. Do you remember the time that A..." We smile and then Brent calls Mr. McGalsson to have a holiday conversation.
Brent worked with Mr. McGlasson in Bakersfield, and he always had kind and snarky things to say to me when I would come to visit. He was an older gentlemen with a hearing aid who would always say, "Can't hear a dam thing when you talk so fast your such a Yankee." A yankee, what does that even me? Regardless, he made my husband laugh and they both had the same kind of humor and enjoyed working together.
This Christmas the phone has remained stubbornly silent. When I reminded my husband when the cards went out, and that Mr. McGlasson usually calls by now, Brent did a quick Internet search. He soon discovered that Mr. McGlasson passed away December 2nd at 89 years old.
It is funny how people are a part of your life and your traditions. I'm in a little bit of denial and each time the phone rings a small part of me hopes that it is Mr. McGlasson. I like the way he makes my husband smile and I like the way he remembers my children when they were still small. I'm going to miss Mr. McGlasson even if I am a yankee.
I hope that you are all having a happy holiday and taking a moment to remember all the wonderful people who have passed.
Merry Christmas Smokey and Mr. McGlasson!
However, in the meantime you are going to have to bear with me through a not so merry post.
Each year we send out Christmas cards to friends and family far away. I love sitting down, reviewing the year, and having a chance to say hello to people we don't see nearly enough. It is also a time for me to remember how blessed we are to have so many people in our lives.
Over the years my husband has collected a eclectic group of friends. Most of his friends are old enough to be his grandfather. A couple of years ago, after sending out Christmas cards, we had a Christmas card come to us from the widow of one his friends. It was sad to learn of his passing.
We spent sometime remembering our friend Smokey. Who was the nosiest neighbor a person could ask for. However, he made us laugh and he loved our little babies. Even if he did tease Brent that maybe someone should explain to Brent how babies are born because we seem to be having them too quickly.
Each and every Christmas after our cards go out within a few days we get a phone call from another old friend. Over the years we have rarely been home when the call comes. So when we check our messages we hear the voice of a friend. "Brent, got your card today. Can't believe how big those kids are getting. Do you remember the time that A..." We smile and then Brent calls Mr. McGalsson to have a holiday conversation.
Brent worked with Mr. McGlasson in Bakersfield, and he always had kind and snarky things to say to me when I would come to visit. He was an older gentlemen with a hearing aid who would always say, "Can't hear a dam thing when you talk so fast your such a Yankee." A yankee, what does that even me? Regardless, he made my husband laugh and they both had the same kind of humor and enjoyed working together.
This Christmas the phone has remained stubbornly silent. When I reminded my husband when the cards went out, and that Mr. McGlasson usually calls by now, Brent did a quick Internet search. He soon discovered that Mr. McGlasson passed away December 2nd at 89 years old.
It is funny how people are a part of your life and your traditions. I'm in a little bit of denial and each time the phone rings a small part of me hopes that it is Mr. McGlasson. I like the way he makes my husband smile and I like the way he remembers my children when they were still small. I'm going to miss Mr. McGlasson even if I am a yankee.
I hope that you are all having a happy holiday and taking a moment to remember all the wonderful people who have passed.
Merry Christmas Smokey and Mr. McGlasson!
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