After Mom passed away, I decided I wanted to host the family Christmas gathering this year. I have not had a tree in many years, so I wanted to have a real one. Because of a hip replacement the day before Thanksgiving, I had to start prepping for the gathering early. Cynthia and I made sure my home was decorated prior to surgery. This task got more complicated when her hand got caught in a conveyer belt right before we were supposed to decorate. She said between the two of us we did not make a whole person, but we gotter done. We laughed and cried going through Mom's boxes to find her favorite decorations: a ceramic tree she had for many years, an angel and a wreath she hung on her door to name a few items.
My sister and her husband had given Mom a flower arrangement in a sled one year. She loved it and kept it on a table long after the roses faded. I took it to a florist who made an arrangment exactly like the original. I used it as the centerpiece on the dining table.
A couple of weeks before the dinner, Timmy and Sara met Cynthia and I at a tree farm where we picked out my tree. They brought a wheelchair along so I was able to be wheeled into the field to help find the right tree. Now I know why Mom would be frightened at times in her chair. Not being the driver, you feel very vulnerable to a tip over.
Timmy put the tree up. Sara is the light specialist. She and Cynthia put the decorations on the tree. I did the ooowing and ahhhing. Cynthia had an ornament made for each of us to put on our trees in memory of Mom.
We added a few of my own..
Friday night the 3 sisters and a niece had a girl's night. We watched a movie, laughed, cried. Marsha had us in stitches "smoking" a chocolate hazelnut Pirouline.
The next morning the girls had breakfast together before getting busy to ready things for the arrival of the rest of the family. Once everyone had arrived, we gathered in the living room as I had asked everyone to bring a memory of Mom. Mom had attempted to revive her family tradition of reading the Christmas Story from the 2nd chapter of Luke. I quickly teared up, so Marsha, calmed by Paxill, did the reading from a Bible given to my grandmother Christmas Day, 1960.
I then read a verse from a Christmas card Cynthia gave to Mom in 1993. Mom had written a note on the card:
"Today I want you to read this to all present. It is so nice. '93." Next I passed out to each sibling a booklet sent by our brother in California. It is a very thoughtfully put together snapshot history of our mother and father.
I also gave copies of an oil painting I did of our mother from a black and white photograph that I believe is her college graduation picture.
Others shared their memories of Mom. With 6 kids in our family, there are lots of stories to share. We then sat down for our Christmas dinner. You can tell I was not myself as there are no food photos.
We always finish up with a Chinese Gift Exchange. The surprise gift this year was opened by Tina. She actually loves Baby Babu.
Sometimes you get what you want...