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Traditions, part II

Blocks, by Steve Lasher

Blocks, by Steve Lasher

  

I do miss not seeing the faces of those loved ones no longer living here on earth. They are missed incredibly more during holiday seasons and special events. It’s okay to recall those fond memories of days gone by, but not healthy to dwell on them to the exclusiveness of today’s living family members. We’re told in Philippians 4:13–14, “But one thing I do: Forget what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”

When I linger too long on holidays past, I miss out on present blessings. I can take solace in the fact that today’s traditions with my own children and grandchildren become tomorrow’s fond memories for them and for me. And that’s the way my Mom and Steve’s Dad would want it to be!

How about you … is there a new tradition you can begin or an old one to continue with your children and grandchildren?

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Special Traditions

 

What’s it like during the Holidays without our special people around? On one hand, I try to be excited about the holiday season outwardly, but inwardly I’m still remorseful and dejected thinking about empty places at our table.    It’s tough not to recall shared family times, the excitement, traditional family holiday foods and presents. And I shouldn’t have to forget. But sometimes it’s easier to repress and not have to deal with the pain and sorrow associated with the past joyous times never to be regained.

Both my Mom and Steve’s Dad thrived on people gatherings and holidays.  Mom made sure the tree was up, decorated and adorned with ALL the ornaments given by children and grandchildren. She and Dad would rise in the wee hours of the morning stuffing a gigantic turkey. There’d be a variety of pies baked and numerous side dishes. I can still picture her expanding the dining room table and setting it with her best china, glassware and cloth napkins the night before the event. Nothing was too good or fragile for her loved ones. When each of us stepped beyond the front door, we took center stage in her world and nothing else mattered.  I miss not seeing the faces of those loved ones taken by death.

What special traditions do you remember from the past?

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