Today I’m feeling down. As some of you know, I am originally from the SF Bay Area and lived there for six years before moving to Portland. You most likely have heard about the warehouse fire that took many lives. Each of my three adult kids knew at least one person that was at the party when it went up in flames and are now missing. They are still pulling out bodies and trying to identify them. Very, very sad.
So on that note, let’s go to happier times and happier thoughts. Someone liked this post last night and I thought it might be good for today. I hope you enjoy
I remember when Christmas was the happiest time for me. It was special, even though we didn’t do anything special.
I remember the secrets and the whispers that I knew were all about presents. I remember piling in the car at night to drive around town looking at Christmas decorations. I remember decorating the Christmas tree and the whole family sitting in the living room night after night enjoying the tree, and each other.
I remember sitting with the rest of the family and watching the same movies each Christmas. White Christmas was a favorite. My sister and I would pretend we were the two sisters in the movie and sing the “Sisters” song, complete with fans and all the movements. So many years ago yet it seems like just a few. It’s A Wonderful Life always made me stop and think, even before I knew what it was all…
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