Yesterday was Christmas and, for those of you keeping track, it was my first Christmas without my father. It’s not like I saw him every Christmas, but hearing from him on the holidays was something I always looked forward to. Talking to my dad on Christmas usually resulted in sharing memories of our holidays together when I was growing up. Also, he and Sharon (mostly Sharon) used to love using Christmas as their excuse to be clever. Gift giving wasn’t about cost or extravagance; it was about the challenge – the challenge of coming up with something meaningful or completely unexpected.
The universe tends to balance things the best it can, though, and I was very lucky to have a crowded house this holiday. My mother-in-law and father-in-law both came to visit along with my sister-in-law and her fiancé. Just days before, my best friend and his wife made the drive to stop by and say hi. So I was surrounded by loved ones even if my father couldn’t call and my mother chose not to.
To top it off, I got to spend the day with two of my favorite people in the world. Karma The Dog:
And my amazing wife Shannon. I posted this photo of her on Instagram yesterday morning and, to me, it embodies my entire Christmas day:
Tragedy happens. Life goes on. Being loved, though, makes both that much easier.