tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-667284174716376085.post5251650935103542189..comments2023-06-12T04:22:39.996-07:00Comments on Ahead of the Wave: Guide You Safely Through the WildUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-667284174716376085.post-6336835111896225932011-12-24T13:42:02.140-08:002011-12-24T13:42:02.140-08:00Thank you for sharing this with us, Kate. It is f...Thank you for sharing this with us, Kate. It is funny how our sentiments about our mother's are much the same. Christmas was always my mother's season. She, too, was a musician and director of cantata's and choirs. It was the story and celebration of the Christ child, but also a special magical time for us as children and as a family. My parents made Christmas day so special for us--always lots of surprises, laughter-traditions. So Christmas is always bittersweet for me. In the years after her death, I always felt melancholy and sad listening, seeing, feeling the Christmas songs, the lights, luminaries, everything about this time of year brought back memories of my mother and that she was absent. Now i'm able to hear something and think, "Mother would love that!" or "Mom would never have done it that way!" Now, I have reached a point where all of these things give me sweet memories of childhood and watching her during this season. She so loved Christmas even though it meant a lot of work and effort on her part. This was a magical time of year! It is a special time of reflection and makes me feel close to her.Brenda Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11205370445553406208noreply@blogger.com