A somewhat bittersweet day, this first day of 2023, much of it was spent putting away Christmas décor. Leaving the lights up one more day, today was mostly about putting away my beloved Santas, wreaths, wall décor, stockings, a couple of small artificial trees and some tree decorations.
Most of the bittersweet comes from a melancholy feeling that one never knows when this might be my last Christmas, Chuck’s and my last Christmas together, the last with this particular crew of dogs (Griff turns 14 April of this year, after all) or any other changes that may come around in 2023 that could possibly make next Christmas a very different one, a sadder one.
Why the melancholy? I cannot help but think about my friend Valerie, who lost her 62-year-old husband David to illness this past September. She can’t bear the holidays, yet she is still participating in a small way, with her son and her father; but it is indeed a sad time for her. She told me that a year ago, during their last Christmas together, she had no idea it would be their last.
I also think about my friend Carla, who I have been corresponding with via Facebook the past few days. She and I have been sharing fond memories of our Antioch (CA) days; high school and our time working together back in 1977-79 at the Campanil Cinema. Although it seems she has been enjoying her holiday season, she lost her own David, her brother, over 40 years ago, suddenly, in a car accident. It was mid-November, 1981. I was at San Jose State at the time, but I remember hearing the news and being devastated. Carla and her family’s lives were turned abruptly upside down. Although Carla and I haven’t discussed it in our conversations, David is in both our thoughts. As much joy as the holidays can bring, one cannot help but think about loved ones who are no longer with us.
You just never know. Putting away my Santas earlier today, I picture Chuck leaving everything boxed up next Christmas, should anything happen to me. My three kitchen Santas I have had for years, that earlier this month oversaw the making of tamales in my kitchen, would more than likely bring up too painful of memories. Dapper Santa, whom Chuck knows is a personal favorite of mine, more than likely would not get his due. The bedroom Santas would stay put away as well, all in good company of the other 20-or-so.
But enough negativity and what ifs; chances are good we will both still be here next December to start the whole process over again, which will more than likely include our huge holiday party. Let’s start 2023 with positive thoughts, with love, hope and optimism. I believe even people who have lost loved ones, whether recently or long ago, would encourage us to do so.