A glimpse at the space between beginning and end points.
Our lives are finite here. At some point upon an endless continuum, our days begin. Somewhere further along, perhaps along a wavering line, we reach an endpoint. And then …
Along the way, we love and strive not to hate. We laugh and cry. We experience peace and turmoil. We gain and we lose. We strengthen our bonds with others through shared experiences.
As I sat listening to Johnny Mathis sing “Winter Wonderland,” just before Christmas, a wave of emotions swept over me of Christmases past: decorating the artificial tree with my mother while Johnny Mathis’ “Winter Wonderland” album perpetually played, the needle always getting stuck as he launched into the second chorus of “O Holy Night … Night … Night …” before someone would give it a tap.
The emotions washed me upon the beach of the present—the void and sense of loss at times at my stepdaughter, Stephanie’s, death. Kathie, her mother, will always feel a void, a hole never to be filled
Loss changes traditions. There is a reaching and a grasping for a sense of purpose. Stephanie was supposed to come home this year. She never arrived and never will. Some days, all that you can ask is, Why?
Nevertheless, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.