I put up my Christmas tree tonight. I didn’t get around to it last year, but this year, I had time this weekend, and with the snowy weather today and not much else on my to-do list, I felt motivated to get the tree and decorations out of the storage unit downstairs and put them all up. 🙂
I normally enjoy decorating my Christmas tree, but partway through decorating it this evening, a wave of sadness passed over me. Many happy memories of decorating the tree with Mom and Dad, and of many Christmas road trips to visit family in other states flooded back. Normally, that would be happy, right? But, at that moment, all I could think about was how Dad wouldn’t be part of any future memories and that I was halfway around the world from Mom. Most days, I’m fine. Even though he often crosses my mind, most of the time, I don’t get too sad anymore when I think of Dad. And, modern technology is such that I can stay in close contact with Mom, and we’ve seen each other twice in the last six months. So, most days, that’s not that hard either. But, sometimes, it hits you like a ton of bricks. Or a Christmas tree.