The daily life and whimsical opinions of a truckers wife.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Favorite Holiday Traditions
When my mom died, we all felt it was necessary to continue to include her in our Christmas celebrations. She was gone, but definitely not forgotten. My mother loved everything about Christmas. She took great pleasure in decorating the house each year. She loved to gaze at the twinkling lights on the tree.
We would gather at her grave and begin our Christmas celebrations with her often bringing fresh flowers and Christmas balloons. We would decorate her grave much as she had decked the halls of her home. Sometimes we would sing her Christmas carols, while other times we would silently relay our love and Christmas greetings. Some years were snowier than others, and during the day my Dad often would visit the cemetery early to clear a path through the snow to her grave.
By the time my Dad died, fiber optic trees were all the rage. My husband and I felt it was only appropriate that they both needed a new Christmas tree to celebrate their first Christmas in heaven together. After all, what could be more glorious than celebrating Christmas in heaven listening to angelic choirs sing? I found a small decorated fiber optic tree and my husband insured that it lit up the graveyard that Christmas Eve night.
It has become tradition to visit my parents at the cemetery on Christmas Eve night. It wouldn’t be Christmas without this small tradition. My mom always joked that her grave would resemble the sorry state of Ebenezer Scrooge’s. I have made it my duty to insure that is never the case. Even now it is decked out with artificial poinsettias and a decorative Santa Claus, and on Christmas Eve like every other year we will put up the tree.
Even though my parents are no longer living, by keeping them apart of my traditionsthey continue to live within my heart and the hearts of my little family in which they were an important part of. It would be a very blue Christmas indeed without our yearly trek to the cemetery. That is all I have to say until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.