This Christmas Eve we did something out of our normal routine. We sang Christmas carols to Renaissance Man’s mother. The whole fam. We met at her place and then walked into her room singing. It was precious. What a blessing her children and grandchildren are to her and the singing made her cry. You see, R-Man’s mom is suffering from Dementia and bearing the loss of her soul mate these days in a retirement facility. She looks forward to being with her love in heaven and can hardly stand to live out the rest of her days without him. This day, Christmas Eve is one the most special days for her, and it’s not because it’s the eve of her Savior’s birth either. It’s an anniversary of sorts. “It’s the day when life was never the same. It all changed from then on.”
You see, on December 24, 1945, R-Man’s dad came home from the war. He’d been gone from his family and sweetheart for 4 long years. He never got to come home on furlough. Four years he had to wait to see the girl of his dreams again. So, on that fateful Christmas Eve, Winfred and Melvin stayed up all night and talked. There must have been so much to say! They were married three months later.
So my sister-in-law, Shelly, thought it befitting that Winnie’s kids (all five of them with their spouses and children) come caroling on that special day to remind Grandma Winnie that God has blessed her beyond measure.
As we stood there together singing about Jesus’ birth, I looked around at these marvelous people. People struggling with how life has changed so much for their mom. Missing their dad, I’m sure, and yet loving on the woman who gave them life. It was beautiful, friends. And I was so appreciative to be a part of it. I am truly blessed.
I hope you had a blessed Christmas.