Severe weather is slamming southern USA and four people have been killed just before Christmas. I can only imagine what their families are going through—lights turned off on the Christmas tree and the festivities canceled.
In Glasgow, UK, a bin lorry crashed into unsuspecting shoppers yesterday, killing and injuring until it came to a halt.
For many people, Christmas time brings trauma. All the family of loved ones killed in accidents, or dying in some other way during this time must harbor memories that will not leave them.
In Glasgow, UK, a bin lorry crashed into unsuspecting shoppers yesterday, killing and injuring until it came to a halt.
For many people, Christmas time brings trauma. All the family of loved ones killed in accidents, or dying in some other way during this time must harbor memories that will not leave them.
commons.wikipedia.org So many people are lonely during the Christmas period. The UK Government is televising messages about looking out for neighbors who need care and attention at this time. But it's not just the elderly who are lonely. For some people, the holiday brings up painful memories of tragic events and departed lost ones. They appear year after year each time the merry-go-round reaches this point of the year.
I'm one of the people with sad memories. A movie I watched yesterday of a family reunited touched me so deeply that I cried for my lost family. I sobbed, longing for the past, regretting my loss, and asking myself if I had loved them enough. I know in my own mind that I, as a young mother, could not have done more. My whole being was centered on the welfare of my children and I lavished love on them, brought out the strengths in each of their personalities, and taught them well. Yet, I feel bereft because two died as adults and the other lives far away and barely contacts me. My grandchildren are spread around the world and I've had little contact with them over their lives.
I'm one of the people with sad memories. A movie I watched yesterday of a family reunited touched me so deeply that I cried for my lost family. I sobbed, longing for the past, regretting my loss, and asking myself if I had loved them enough. I know in my own mind that I, as a young mother, could not have done more. My whole being was centered on the welfare of my children and I lavished love on them, brought out the strengths in each of their personalities, and taught them well. Yet, I feel bereft because two died as adults and the other lives far away and barely contacts me. My grandchildren are spread around the world and I've had little contact with them over their lives.
pixabay.com My husband's adult grandson killed himself two days ago. He'd never met the American boy because of his estranged family, yet my husband feels the loss deeply, as must all his family.
I send my deepest sympathy to all the people who shun Christmas. The personalities of my loved-ones live on in my novels. For those of my fellow mourners who don't write, try to remember the good times instead of your loss.
Everyone else should appreciate the family with whom they share the celebration, ignore the squabbles, and bask in the closeness.
I send my deepest sympathy to all the people who shun Christmas. The personalities of my loved-ones live on in my novels. For those of my fellow mourners who don't write, try to remember the good times instead of your loss.
Everyone else should appreciate the family with whom they share the celebration, ignore the squabbles, and bask in the closeness.
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