It was about three year ago, I reference it by the pre-bust years. Three nights until Christmas eve, on a Sunday the 22nd. The tree was up and decorations were still in the boxes. The house was in shambles and cluttered about. Although, I had asked my youngest son, the only child left in the nest. Over and over since Thanksgiving to get together and clean up, then finish the traditional decorating of our home.
He, like his father at 19, were busy with the ladies and the festive part of the season. No time for tradition. As he left that evening saying he would be spending the night at some party. Somehow, I understood. I sat alone looking at an empty house. The silence became deafening. With a tear and a smile, I sat back, closed my eyes, and thought about all the many great Christmases I have enjoyed in my life time. I remembered one Christmas when I was maybe 10. My uncle Richard and aunt Margie spent Christmas with us in Indiana. One night on Christmas eve I overheard a conversation between my dad and him. Uncle Richard said, cheers TC. I could even vaguely hear, the …show more content…
I sit up and cried overwhelmingly. Realizing there were no more children. A long-time family tradition, of many generations had just died. I abruptly came to my feet. Rubbing my clinched hands together, while looking at some colorless boxes of a broken past. Sick emptiness and heart felt pain came over me. I remember, it was still daylight, maybe 2:30pm. I found myself on my knees with my head buried in the couch. Looking up to realize it was dark. Two hours of my life had been stripped from me. I pulled myself to my feet. Waning from the pain inside me like an old moon about to die. I had no direction. Even though I had manned up to my emotions. Mad at myself, I started to just walk out and leave the mess. I open the door and stood on the porch. It was more like spring than Christmas. Couldn’t look back at the inside of the house. I sat on the porch for a
He, like his father at 19, were busy with the ladies and the festive part of the season. No time for tradition. As he left that evening saying he would be spending the night at some party. Somehow, I understood. I sat alone looking at an empty house. The silence became deafening. With a tear and a smile, I sat back, closed my eyes, and thought about all the many great Christmases I have enjoyed in my life time. I remembered one Christmas when I was maybe 10. My uncle Richard and aunt Margie spent Christmas with us in Indiana. One night on Christmas eve I overheard a conversation between my dad and him. Uncle Richard said, cheers TC. I could even vaguely hear, the …show more content…
I sit up and cried overwhelmingly. Realizing there were no more children. A long-time family tradition, of many generations had just died. I abruptly came to my feet. Rubbing my clinched hands together, while looking at some colorless boxes of a broken past. Sick emptiness and heart felt pain came over me. I remember, it was still daylight, maybe 2:30pm. I found myself on my knees with my head buried in the couch. Looking up to realize it was dark. Two hours of my life had been stripped from me. I pulled myself to my feet. Waning from the pain inside me like an old moon about to die. I had no direction. Even though I had manned up to my emotions. Mad at myself, I started to just walk out and leave the mess. I open the door and stood on the porch. It was more like spring than Christmas. Couldn’t look back at the inside of the house. I sat on the porch for a