This year has been extremely hard on many people for a variety of reasons. I could spend a lot of time thinking about the economy, the real estate market, the rising costs of health care and oil. There is much for us to be concerned about.
However, I am extremely happy as I sit in my Aunt's house enjoying our traditional Italian Christmas Eve Dinner. Fish and seafood pie, and potatoes, and pastries up the wazoo! I realized a few weeks ago that by the time my mother was my age, her grandparents were gone. The traditions that she grew up with at Christmas had passed like the sands of time.
I have just enjoyed my 26th Christmas Eve. My grandfather was sitting right next to me and in spite of 2 rounds of cancer, and several successful operations he is alive and well, and playing poker with my Uncle Rex as I write! My grandmother and her sister have outdone themselves, and the deserts I and my cousin baked have been a success. My brother is tracking Santa Clause via Norad, and he knows soon Santa will come. And regardless of my constant struggle with weight and self-esteem, I am well. I am thankful. And if this were to be the last time I get to enjoy the company of my family on Christmas, then I would forever look back on 26 years of happy memories.
Merry Christmas to my friends, to my co-workers, and to my patients. And to my Me'mere in Heaven...Je temere tu jours de amore. Joyoux Noel! I will be thinking of you all at dinner tomorrow.
Love,
The Hopeful Nurse-Chef
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