It’s been a few days since I’ve posted. Amazing how time flies when you have twenty people to the house for Christmas eve and then another thirty five to your dad’s the next day. We had a wonderful Christmas. My whole family was here, which every year is getting to be a much more iffy proposition, considering the fact that my f-i-l is 95, and my own dad is 85. But we were blessed once again.
May I extend my most sincere and heartfelt wishes for your own holiday celebrations. I think it’s a wonderful time of the year, and a wise time to place some of the most important holidays, right in the depths of winter, when the human in us simply wants to curl up and close our eyes, not really sure that spring will come again. Then there are lights everywhere, and people are actually kind in store parking lots, and okay, they play “It’s a Wonderful Life” on tv ad nauseum. It really does get us through these shortest days of the year with hope.
I just read an extraordinary article in the New York Times that I’d like to include. http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/01/us/01charles.html?ex=1168318800&en=302f250eda6c7ed8
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I’m not sure if it will come through, but it’s the story of a young soldier who wrote a diary to his newborn son on how to live without him if necessary. That soldier didn’t come home from Iraq. This story to me highlights the special bond of the season, and I hope you’ll take a moment to think of those men and women halfway across the world, who give of themselves to protect us. No matter your politics, these are our brightest and best, and they deserve our respect and gratitude. So the next time you’re in an airport and see someone in uniform, reach out and shake a hand. Say thank you. I know they appreciate it. They’re usually startled. Or donate to one of the many services that send small mementos of home to that distant place. Or just pray for them. My brother came home from Vietnam and was spit on for risking his life in an alien land. We know better now. But it can’t hurt to take that extra step to say thank you. Especially at this time of year.
And to you and yours, a happy and healthy holiday season, and a wonderful new year.
my very best,
eileena and kathleen, the evil twins
Happy Holidays
When my husband and I are out to lunch and some young people in uniform come in, we try to get the wait staff to give us their tickets as a way to say thanks. Yeah, it runs up the plastic, but that’s not much compared to their gifts to us.
D.Ross
When my husband and I are out to lunch and some young people in uniform come in, we try to get the wait staff to give us their tickets as a way to say thanks. Yeah, it runs up the plastic, but that’s not much compared to their gifts to us.
D.Ross