Wintery Wonder

Living in Nebraska my entire life makes me wonder: What would it be like if you lived where there were no seasons to speak of? If you had no winter, no cold weather, no snow? Many folks love living in California, Arizona, South Texas, Florida, etc. I’ve never lived a winter elsewhere. I hear it’s wonderful, swimming outdoors every day. Confession, here, I can’t swim. I’m afraid of it. Actually, terrified.

The two things which have terrified me my entire life are dying in a fire; or dying in a drowning. My worst fears have come true within my family. My son Nick had a rental house fire in 1999 and moved away to Kansas City afterwards. It hurt no one; he and his partner lost a cat.

My oldest son Frank drowned as a child and lived. Two or three times before getting to the hospital. I was pregnant with my daughter. What a trauma for a pregnant Mom and baby! It is only by the grace of God I kept my sanity. I was so afraid something would go wrong with my baby. I believe in PTSD, and I am sure I had it. Smells of suntan lotion and wet sand would send me right back to that beach on that day, praying over my son. It is a trauma you don’t forget. Sometimes, I can still feel the gut-punch. Grateful still; son survived, lives a good life, is the best friend you could have. He’s mine, right up with the Babe. Blessed.

Frank, Me, Becky, Nick. Eleven Thanksgivings Ago.

Below, left to right: New Jim Shore Nutcracker, My 45-year-old Nativity set (Home Interiors, remember them)?, the new barn doors the Babe built to hide the recess for a TV (Popular 10 years ago), and some pastel Santas, angels, and Christmas tree. ‘Tis the season, right?

As I embark on decorating, day two, I thank you for reading today, and hope you have a beautiful Sunday. The sky is very overcast, it almost looks like a snow sky, as if it could start snowing at any minute. It might. One can only hope! Be Safe, Be Courteous, Be Kind, Be Grateful. It’s the season for us to be loving and forgiving. It’s hard, yet the best give you can give yourself. I’m trying, too. See you tomorrow.

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