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Holiday Blues

#104492 2 years, 9 months ago
Tattered ribbons of yesterday's treasures lie frozen to the pavement. A tiny scrap of colored paper blows by unwrapped and unwanted. Soon pine needle trails will lead out to the tree lawn. Today you can return your gifts and rebuy them at half price. The week between holidays has a peculiar pace. There are those who plan for Christmas for months and are equally determined to erase any remnants of it in a matter of days. Is it more depressing to see the mountains of trash created from the celebration or the lights and wreaths still clinging to homes in March? Still, we are able to use this time to wrap up the loose ends of our lives. Finish reading that book, clean out the basement (gotta find a place to store last year's purchases) and find pay stubs and receipts. The obligatory year in review news stories relive our triumphs and tragedies, fixating on celebrity deaths . If you keep a journal, now's the time to read it, if you don't, maybe it's time to start. My grandfather had a stroke forty years ago this week, cutting short our families' first trip to Florida, with a mad dash to New York City. We passed our nation's capitol on an unremarkable Christmas day. The hospital was gloomy and chaotic to my nine year old eyes. I had a brief glimpse of my father's father. He had a large vein protruding on his forehead. An officious, large rumped nurse escorted the children out of the ward with a scolding as my uncle protested. We sat in a cold station wagon, with its fake wood siding as my father approached the car. In a voice that was both sympathetic and emotionless he uttered words that cut me like a steak knife, “Kids, Grandpa's gone to heaven”. You never forget your first loss. I remember leaving my body and watching as I shook and cried without control. Later we numbly exchanged Hannukah gifts. I got a model car. The next day my parents put us kids on a plane at LaGuardia. I don't remember why we didn't go to the funeral. My mother smiled at the four of us, then ran off the plane sobbing. We were at home for New Year's as my maternal grandmother babysat. The names rolled by on the year in review, while I stared at a picture of Ben Pomerantz, age 64.
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Re: Holiday Blues

#104532 2 years, 9 months ago
1000% serious, you pen is sharper than any sword. A tough read for me, but damn, did I really FEEL that poem.

Bravo to you sir.
FFF! Family is Forever!!!

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
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