As Christmas gets near, it is time to put up the tree and pull out the old box of lights that has served us many years. The storage box has a special history of its own. It has shared many Christmas pasts we just cannot seem to part with it. My daughter tells me it will be around after I am long gone.
The best part of Christmas is just before it starts. When all preparations are done, or it’s too late to worry about them, when the mess from decorationing cleaned up around the room, you can sit down close your eyes and let old memories of Christmas past warm your heart like a nice cup of hot chocolate as you revisit special times from long ago.
I have told this story at least one time in memories from the past, but it is a story worth telling again.
If Brother “Rod” were alive, he would have celebrated his 67th birthday this December 3… we lost him to cancer 19 years ago. He was the first of my siblings to die. His death left the family in terrible pain we felt he had only begun to live. His earlier years were filled with trouble, however the past few before his death he seemed to have found his path for better times.
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