Ghosts of Christmas Past

We gladly share our home with...and a sweet treat from Lisa

As the month carries on, I start to think about the ending of the year. Every year I do this. I briefly feel very mortal. I’m aware of my age and the ages of everyone I love. I think about the losses we’ve had over the year. The hard losses. I struggle through a handful of emotions until finally settling on this. Love is the most valuable thing in life so of course it would come with the highest cost. I believe grief is more painful than any injury. It never completely heals. Its more taxing on our day to day lives than any bill we could get. You will never pay it off. It’s always there. How hard you grieve, how bad it hurts, all those things are proof of the value that being held in your life. So, its ok to continue to grieve them. Actually, it’s important that you do. They should forever hold a spot in your heart, your thoughts and your home.

You’ll find remnants of those we’ve lost all through our house and on our farm. Its ok to not let go, as long as you’re not suffering yourself or the others you love. As long as you’re carrying that love and grief with you…not letting it become an anchor.

Our hearts are big, there’s room for everyone.