They say that the 'firsts' are the hardest that first year when a loved one passes. Well, here we are at the holidays, the worst of the 'firsts' they say. Thankfully these holidays are at the end of this year of firsts. We have had weeks and months of firsts, but we are not really ready. There is this huge cloud ahead, we know some of what we are headed for as the holidays arrive. For Mom and Dad, it began with Mom's birthday, Thanksgiving, then the whole Christmas season that Cyndi always filled up with activities for them, finishing up with my Dad's birthday in the middle of January, right before the 1 year mark of the day they crashed their plane.
I am discovering that it is the 'lasts' that are getting to me the most. The last place we ate just before we left for Africa, the last place we had a pedicure, the last photo of us together, the last text, the last hug before we parted...it goes on...events and things that we just don't normally think about or remember as much until we face life without them.
I thought that decorating my house would not be
one of those tear inducing triggers. I didn't think that setting up my tree was
a 'first' to have to hurdle. So I drug in the storage bins and I was ready to decorate.
But then...the first box I opened was another 'last'. The FIRST box!!! A gift she had made for
me on the 'last' Christmas we had together. She made a pillow with photos of
the three of us girls with Mom and Dad at past Christmases. It hit me hard. One
of the hardest hits that I have had in a long time. It stopped me, like running
full on into a glass patio door. I sure didn't see it coming! Wammo!
I could not stop the tears. I was in limbo, I could not begin to decorate, I
could not focus on anything but that pillow, that last gift she had given me.
So I put it back into the bin. Maybe next year I can bring it out.
Eventually, I started on the other boxes. I could not believe how many things in my decorations is a 'Cyndi' memory. None of them hit me as hard, I really do think that it was the 'last' that was what hit me.
Lina had her 8th birthday. She loves pandas, so her Mom made her a panda cake. My littlest is now so grown up!
Weather reports said a huge ice and snow storm was headed our way. Dennis and Abby left from California a day early and Mom and Dad and John and Rachel headed out as well. They were able to beat the storm and checked into a hotel a day before the rental house was scheduled. I could not leave early because Jimmy had a gallbladder rupture and was headed into surgery. Jessi and family had to wait because Ariel had to work. We left Friday morning as previously planned. But the storm had already arrived. We waited around until the light arrived and things warmed a tiny bit, said our prayers and off we went. It was mostly sleet on the ground, so it wasn't very slippery. There were a few cars in the ditch and we were thankful that we had not tried to make a go for it in the dark the night before. Thankfully, we arrived just in time to get into the rental.
The first night there we celebrated Abby's birthday.
I gave the kids an early present. Water bead guns.