Hey all. Another thank you from me to you...and I seem to have attracted the holiday blues crowd this year.
I should explain that I spent xmas eve with a friend that also recently lost her father to lung cancer and we had quite a sob fest together. Then I talked to my mom, who pointed something out to me that I hadn't considered. She said that the living trudge on in a kind of survivor's guilt. She told me that enjoying life is not a betrayal to those we love who are no longer with us in the physical. She pointed out further that my own father had survived most of his family and enjoyed life until the pain made his life intolerable. Then she made me laugh by saying that if my Dad were here, he would sternly tell me to "cut this out now" and get on with enjoying. She's right. (She's a pretty smart lady too, did I ever mention that?)
Oh. Did I mention that my Christmas cactus bloomed? On Christmas morning too. Not a big deal to some, and a mere coincidence to most I suppose, but to me it was like my Dad saying, "hey"--as he was an avid gardener, and his flowers ALWAYS bloomed.
Peace and hugs all.
(and yep, "GAWD, I love you people.")