Christmas 2010
Dec 25, 2010
Christmas.
I am on a plane from DFW to MKE. It’s late and I’m tired.
I’ve been in Santa Fe with Mom and Dad for a week. I skied once, went riding with the wonderful folks at Broken Saddle once and generally had a lovely visit with my family. My mom is 81 and suffers from lung cancer. I find myself wondering if this will be the last time I see her. I’m not really ok with that, although I recognize it is a distinct possibility. There were lots of discussions around this issue, the whats and whens and hows. I wish I were closer and I wish I could be there more often. But, we all make choices. Even our parents.
I met a woman while riding, who is a survivor, 5 yrs. She wrote a book “Are Ya Kidding Me?” I’m anxious to read it. She was wonderfully open and warm and beautiful. It was a pleasant, albeit unexpected, experience.
Skiing and horseback riding are two activities that truly remind me what it means to be alive. With both, I am one with something much greater than myself; the earth, snow, the sky and sun. I am moving, usually at a “pretty good clip” (as my Dad would say). It is exhilarating, breathtaking and sometimes a little scary. It’s a wonderful high. I only wish I got that high when I run……
I am somewhat estranged from my eldest sister. I’m not sure we got past anything this visit, but it seemed ok. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it was ok. She’s taking care of business there. For that I am grateful. I guess that’s all I can say on that subject.
Except this: I think when I lost one sister, I lost the other.
When we land in Milwaukee, it will de Dec, 26 and Christmas will be done. It was nice, really. I thought 6 days was too long. In fact, it was not long enough.
I have much to look forward to in the first part of the New Year. Hopes and dreams and ambitions; the lifeblood of………well, life.
“………and I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
Christmas.
I am on a plane from DFW to MKE. It’s late and I’m tired.
I’ve been in Santa Fe with Mom and Dad for a week. I skied once, went riding with the wonderful folks at Broken Saddle once and generally had a lovely visit with my family. My mom is 81 and suffers from lung cancer. I find myself wondering if this will be the last time I see her. I’m not really ok with that, although I recognize it is a distinct possibility. There were lots of discussions around this issue, the whats and whens and hows. I wish I were closer and I wish I could be there more often. But, we all make choices. Even our parents.
I met a woman while riding, who is a survivor, 5 yrs. She wrote a book “Are Ya Kidding Me?” I’m anxious to read it. She was wonderfully open and warm and beautiful. It was a pleasant, albeit unexpected, experience.
Skiing and horseback riding are two activities that truly remind me what it means to be alive. With both, I am one with something much greater than myself; the earth, snow, the sky and sun. I am moving, usually at a “pretty good clip” (as my Dad would say). It is exhilarating, breathtaking and sometimes a little scary. It’s a wonderful high. I only wish I got that high when I run……
I am somewhat estranged from my eldest sister. I’m not sure we got past anything this visit, but it seemed ok. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it was ok. She’s taking care of business there. For that I am grateful. I guess that’s all I can say on that subject.
Except this: I think when I lost one sister, I lost the other.
When we land in Milwaukee, it will de Dec, 26 and Christmas will be done. It was nice, really. I thought 6 days was too long. In fact, it was not long enough.
I have much to look forward to in the first part of the New Year. Hopes and dreams and ambitions; the lifeblood of………well, life.
“………and I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
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