Posted on Nov 23, 2017 in Blog |

Five years ago, Stephen had surgery on his shredded collarbone the day after Thanksgiving. He was miserable that entire holiday. Another Thanksgiving, Joey had strep throat and Jeff stayed home with him instead of joining the rest of the family. We brought leftovers, but . . . One Christmas, a relative’s oven broke and the turkey was not cooked completely – some guests didn’t realize until they had eaten some. On our wedding day, the airlines canceled our flight and we had to rush to the airport to catch another flight. We were in the back of the limo eating our dinner with our fingers b/c the caterer forgot to include utensils. We spent hours in the Tampa airport trying to get to Ft. Myers. The Christmas before Stephen was born, I was on bedrest for ten weeks – I could only get vertical to shower every other day and to use the bathroom. On New Year’s Eve, 2014, Jeff’s dad died at 12:30 in the afternoon. On Good Friday, 2016, Dad died at 5:55 am. Not all holidays have good memories attached to them. Some can develop into funny stories later on (like our wedding day mishap). But some don’t. Sometimes a big family argument breaks out; sometimes you wonder why you are even surrounding yourself with this group of people. It’s all ok. A wise friend said to me, “Lower your expectations; raise your acceptance.” So Stephen was miserable that holiday. He was alive and his collarbone healed (with the help of a few screws and a plate). Joey healed from the strep throat. I can’t bring back our parents, but I can tell funny stories about warm memories I have of them. I can hang ornaments on my tree that remind me of our loved ones. Life goes on and we do the best we can with what we have. Today, I went to a fancy restaurant with a slipper on because I think I tore a tendon in my heel yesterday. I could barely walk. But I went and I had fun. Stephen wore one of Dad’s suit jackets to today’s festivities. In a weird...

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