As the time passes, I think more and more of how different Case would be. He would be a big boy now at 2 1/2! I watch my niece Hazel who is only a few months younger and try to imagine what he'd be doing now. I'm reading a book on grieving and tonight I read this poem in it I thought it was very fitting for Christmas night.
"Merry" Christmas
I question if Christmas can ever be merry
Except to the heart of an innocent child
For when time has taught us the meaning of sorrow
And sobered the spirits that once were so wild,
When all the green graves that lie scattered behind us
Like milestones are marking the length of the way
And echoes of voices that no more shall greet us
Have saddened the chimes of the bright Christmas Day
We may not be merry, the long years forbid it,
The tears that have brought us such manifold smarts,
But we may be happy, if only we carry
The Spirit of Christmas deep down in our hearts.
Hence I shall not wish you the old "Merry Christmas"
Since that is of shadowless childhood a part
But one that is holy and happy and peaceful,
The Spirit of Christmas deep down in your heart.
- author anonymous
Whatever you may be struggling with this Christmas it is my prayer that you can carry the true Spirit of Christmas in you heart.
3 comments:
I needed that poem Natasha, thank you <3 I'm thinking of you, of Case,always will.
Ten minutes ago I was wondering what sort of mischief Case and Hazel would have gotten into, running around together at Christmas. I know they would have been on the go and acting silly.
There was joy this Christmas and I certainly treasure our loved ones.
But Merry wouldn't describe it...
Hope to see you... tomorrow! That will be good.
GREAT reminder. The poem is so fitting for you. To be Merry....... does not come naturally after a tragic loss. Two years isn't very long. Thinking of you. I am so glad you came for Christmas and I love spending time with you.
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