Stores are blaring it, stations are playing it and we're humming along to it. Christmas is here when Oldies 103.3 FM dedicates its entire playlist of everyday to the Sounds of the Season. I admit, I've been getting in the spirit too and have settled on the Holiday music channel on TV more than a few times.
Ken and I have put it off for some time but we are finally placing our daughter's ashes to rest somewhere we can visit each year on her birth date. It's already and only been two months since that date. We've thought about this since then and realized that we were partly also afraid to face that reality head on. How does someone bury their own child?
I don't even know the answer to that question. However, I do know how important it is for us to do this because it is more than going through the motions of the burial itself. There is such significant symbolism exhibited by our actions to do so and actively pushes PLAY on all the efforts we've invested thus far.
I won't rattle off the countless clichés about loved ones and the holidays that come to mind because we've heard them all before, right? What I will say is that none of those heartfelt Hallmark clichés spark chords with a person until their life experience allows them access.
Ok, just one saying about family and home ~ one of my favorites ...
Houses are made of sticks and stones, but
Homes are made of love alone.
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