A position in my office has opened up. The job posting went out internally today, and I feel I am a perfect fit. I don’t want to be doing exactly what I am doing forever, and really think that this is the perfect opportunity for me.
Question #58: For the next 25 days, if you could share one word each day that Christmas (& December) means to you…what would they be. (slightly edited)
In no particular order:
3. Cookies & Treats Galore
6. A time to remember
11. Good food
14. Busy – Non-stop – Go! Go! Go!
15. New things/toys
16. Hot Cocoa and Blankets
17. Santa Clause
18. Good behavior
19. Lots of presents
20. Grandpa Bruce
21. New pajamas
22. Lots of memories (often brought on by ornaments on the tree)
24. Christmas Carols…especially when you sing for me!
25. Love – seen in unique ways this time of year…from that special package under the tree to a clean windshield in the morning, love is all around.
I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who took the time to think of me and my family yesterday. It’s a hard day for all of us, a day to remember both the good times and the sadness that it brings.
I truly appreciated all of the emails, facebook messages and phone calls that you took the time to send. I also appreciate those of you who thought of us in silence. As you read my letter, checked my status or just remembered on your own. Thank you.
As I was winding down for the night last night, after a long day, I had a revelation that truly brought peace and allowed me to fall asleep happy. On December 2, 2006 I lost my dad. A wonderful man, a man that made my life a better one, a supportive wonderful father who filled a void in my life that I never thought possible. A man I truly loved with all of my heart. He was not my biological father though, as most of you know. He adopted me and made me his – a day I will never forget. The day he adopted me was a wonderful day. We went to court, signed the paperwork and changed my name and my life forever. We celebrated with a fancy dinner, my dad got me flowers and I finally felt like I had a real family – that day is one of the top 5 best days of my life. That day was December 2, 1997. Yes, I realized long ago that both events happened on the same day. In fact, that’s why the actual day of his death took a little more out of me. It was supposed to be a day of celebration, not of sadness. My revelation? I can still have both. I can still celebrate the happiness and joy that December 2nd has meant to me for the 9 wonderful years I spent with my dad – and instead of mourning all day, I can take at least a few minutes to be happy and remember the good.
Thanks again, everyone – for everything. I love you all.
Happy Annibirthary Daddy! I am so proud to have become your daughter 11 years ago. December 2 is one of the days I looked forward to most every year, and now I dread it. The same day that I gained the most wonderful of fathers, I lost him. I can’t belive that it’s been a year without you, how did the time go by so quickly? So much has happened in the last year, and I so wish you could have been here to share. It’s beginning to fade, each day I forget a little more the way your arms felt when you hugged me, I forget the way your voice sounded when you were proud (and even when you were angry). I don’t want to forget, I don’t want to be without, I want you back. I need you to be here with me, with us. I want to tell you a little bit about my last year, about the things that you couldn’t be there for…