While reading Facebook today I saw where one of Mike's nieces had written that she was loving having a houseful of people for Christmas. She is young, has a sweet baby girl, an adoring husband and another baby on the way--in other words, she's just starting out in her adult life and is obviously loving having family and friends at her new home in Alabama.
I started to get depressed--not because we weren't there, but because I realized (yet again) that I'm deep into my twilight years and there's not too much left to look forward to. And then I thought, "Hey stupido--just look at all you've done in your life! Look at your wonderful family, all your friends, all the freakin' memories!!!!" These are our years to let the younger generations create their memories, and we get to savor what we did, who we knew, where we went. Hopefully we, and our parents, were like my own father and photographed and videoed our every breath. And hopefully those photographs and film haven't faded into blurry brown crackly blobs!
I found this photograph taken in 1961 of me (the 11-year old Miss Chubbette on the right) and my sisters--the youngest, Cynthia, then Susie and Sally. Not sure if this was a Christmas photo since my mother used to dress us up like this whenever any kind of holiday came around or we were going to visit friends and/or family.
If anyone ever asked me for advice (and no ever does, me being ME and all), I'd tell them to spend more time with their family. Hard as that might be, you've got to make time for your parents and your siblings. When you're young and starting out in life you don't think too much about the fact that one of these days your older family members are going to start dying and you may start to regret not including them in your life more.
My incredible Aunt Shirley (Dad's oldest sister). She was my idol. Over the years I kept telling myself that I'd get out to New Mexico to visit her. We went in 2005. She died a year later.
I honestly can't remember when I spoke to Cynthia before she died. It pains me to no end.
Mom left us in January of 2009. I'm still trying to stop beating myself up over being so mean to her even though everyone tells me it's a normal reaction to someone suffering from Alzheimer's.
I apologize for being so maudlin at this most joyous time of the year, and please believe me when I say I'm not depressed or feeling sorry for myself (well, not too much). I guess I'm feeling mortal. So just remember to give your Mom and/or your Dad and all your older friends and family members an extra big hug this Christmas.
Of course, that's only if you get along with them. For the true assholes in the family, give 'em a good kick in the shins and have another cup of eggnog.
Merry Christmas to all my family and friends!!!