It was 45 years ago today That my Dad left this planet.
He was just 56 years old.
Since his death 2 Grandsons carry his name.
My son born 3 months later KC, and my Nephew CC Eaton, who
was born a few years later.
It seems strange it has been that long and
so strange I couldn't get through this day
without thinking about him every few minutes.
I think that was the year that my Christmas Spirit
died and now I just go through the motions.
Friday I helped at a lunch after the funeral of a woman who died at age 56.
While watching everyone at the luncheon, I realized another family was going to lose those feelings of joy that we all use to feel when we were younger.
Today I volunteered for my Womans Club,wrapping gifts at our local shopping mall.
Wednesday, some of us are taking a friend to lunch for her birthday.
A friend I have had for 40 years, who suffers during the holidays because
she lost her son then her husband a few years later, both in the month of December.
You have to go on, its just so hard sometimes when you see so much pain in this world.
I think about all those families in Iraq suffering because of loss's.
Yes, there are many Christians there celebrating the birth of Christ.
Something many people forget, that the middle east is where HE was born.
That, the real message of Christmas is.
"Peace on Earth, Good will toward Man."
It just seems that many in this country have forgotten that.