I’m not certain why, but this holiday season, I’ve been filled with fervent sentiment and emotions. The intensity grows with each pulse of my heart, and a yearning rises like a tightening in my throat as I go through the motions of Christmas preparation. Memories of loved ones; and images of past Christmases dance in my head, bringing me joy entwined with longing for those who are no longer with us. I didn’t have opportunity to spend many Christmas mornings with Walter, only one in the eight years we had. He would fly home to Nova Scotia so he could spend the holidays with his mother, children and grandson, Jase. But we did our best to spend it together across the miles. Texts, calls and Skype video calls at 7:00 pm. The one Christmas we spent together ended up being his last, little did we know. We enjoyed the togetherness. I’ll always cherish the memories. Like he and Dad, sitting together, sipping coffee, chatting away like Waldorf and Statler from the Muppets, up in the balcony,
This blog by Linda Brailean was created to express her feelings, facts and fiction with written and visual expressions. She hopes to ignite inspiration. Through words and art, she expresses thoughts, feelings and experiences through the many chapters of her life. From the eyes of a child, parent, grandparent, widow; through transitions; to exploring and expressing as she embraces new chapters. Experience made her who she is today. She continues to learn who that is.