Every day is like Christmas to me. Gifts. Love. Music. Appreciation. Gratitude. Every morning when I am blessed with waking up, I think of the people in my life and I feel as though I’ve been given a warm holiday for my heart.
Everyone I know has lost someone close to them…someone that cannot be replaced or forgotten, nor their memories pushed aside. I think of those close to me who have transformed from this plane: my grandparents, my nephews, my mother. My heart aches when I think of them. My heart soars when I remember who they were and what they meant to me. It is bittersweet.
I work in a place where loss is very real. This year, some people are spending their last Christmas with their families. I know them. Some families didn’t get the opportunity to even have a last Christmas, or last ______, because their loss was without warning. I know them too.
It reminds me that our time here is precious, limited. We must cherish it and those around us. Some days I wish I had a teleportation device so that I could see everyone more often. I have such admiration, love, and respect for the people in my life…even those I rarely see, or may never see again. I consistently send love through the ether to these people. I hope they can feel it. For this is the stuff that lasts forever, beyond these vessels we dwell in. That feeling.
It is why death does not scare me. I still feel the love of those who have left us. This is how I know that death is not the end.
Either that or I have created my own illusion.
Both are just alright with me.
Just a girl 