It’s about who, not where
Although we are over 2100 kilometres from our Canadian residence this Christmas, it feels like I am home for the holidays. We are nicely settled into our winter rental home in Mesa, Arizona. Our daughter is spending Christmas with us for the first time in four years. Other family members are in Mesa over the holidays.
I think of the family and friends back in Canada. We visited with many before we left for Arizona. Modern technology, the Internet, easy and affordable phone access, has made the physical distance between us seem less significant. Christmas cards and letters have brought loved ones spread out across the globe close again.
I think also of the people no longer in my life. Some have drifted away as our lives diverged and we no longer shared any common bond. Some come into and out of my life as our paths cross. It is a wonderful feeling to get together with an old friend I haven’t seen in years and pick up conversation where we left off, as if it was only yesterday we saw each other.
I think sadly of the few who have disappeared for reasons I don’t fully understand. I pray that someday they will be a part of my life once again. In the meantime, I wish them well and hope their lives are happy.
I remember the loved ones who have passed on. It is a bittersweet feeling as I think about the hole they have left, the rich legacy of memories, and the impact they’ve had on me.
I am thankful for all the people who have come into my life. They have been a blessing, have enriched my life, and made me a better person. I hope that I have enriched their lives in some small way.
My heart goes out to those who feel alone this holiday season, whatever holidays they observe. May angels appear in their lives, making them feel loved, even if it is only for a short while.
What does “home for the holidays” mean to you? Who are you thankful for? Who do you miss?