Traditions are the cornerstone of holiday celebrations. Knitting us together. Forming endearing and unforgettable memories.
But what if those traditions that once were a source of anticipation and joy, now evoke sorrow? That is what I asked myself last night as I wept.
Yesterday the Thanksgiving meal was delicious and the conversations delightful. Even so, sorrow was lurking in the shadows. Reminding me of all those who were absent because of distance, divorce or death.
Yes, change is inevitable. Children mature. Relationships change. People die. Life marches on.
Then why do we so tenaciously hold onto holiday traditions of our past? Traditions that are reminders of what will never be.
As for me this was my last holiday celebration of the past. Future holidays will be a reflection of my present, not my past. What will this look like? I have not a clue. But I do know one thing. At the end of the day joy not sorrow will sing me to sleep.
Thanks for listening to my voice! Feel free to like and share it with your friends.
Have a great day! Rita
Be a VOICE in the deafening sound of sameness!