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So during the holiday season, there are two little material treats that I have for myself. (This is so emo.) I have a little miniature Christmas tree that lights up when plugged in, and a Waterford crystal snow globe that one shakes and sees the snowflakes all aflutter, to and fro, while the song "Auld Lang Syne" plays in the background when you wind it up appropriately.
Not much, these things, but they're holiday and vacation day favorites, and they've become sentimental to me. The first object (the tree) has special value as it was the tree that my mother brought to me in the hospital when my arm got infected and I was in dire straits as far as continued body integrity went. This infection happened right before the holidays when everybody was busy decorating, so she thought my hospital room needed something besides industrial drear and she brought it by and it cheered me up greatly. I was released without a problem, came home, but took a special liking to the little artificial mini-tree.
The snow globe is of a different variety. Purchased at the big box store Home Goods, it's just a wintry scene with crystal buildings laid out like a city, but it plays a delightful song in a sort of music box way. Shake it and the whole thing becomes bedazzled with fake snow and high-pitched song. Very much heavy on the treble and high end of things, it could be cloying, but I wind it up, shake it, and thus am cheered through the holidays.
But this year, the tree doesn't light up, it looks sparse in its artificial branches, and I've been unable to locate the globe. Which leads me to wonder, somehow, what they'll mean to me when either I or my family is gone, separated by distance or by health, or by firmness of mind, or death, even. What will these trinkets mean and will they remind me of anything good, or will I just curse the memories and my loneliness?
Which brings me to this board. I get a lot of things out of it. I get camaraderie, intellectual stimulation, ifriendship. I get a ton. But I also get a sense of loss these holidays. Lately, I've begun to read a lot of old threads that I started (hoo boy) and that people have commented on. But the people aren't here any longer. Either pursuit of different ends, or disagreement with the way things are run, natural drifting apart from a mode of communication, or health, or death has taken them and I no longer have them as confidants, as people to pow-wow with, as friends, even. All these proverbial mini-trees and snow globes that once brought me joy, gathered there, no longer lighting up, having moved on.
So I'm a little depressed this December 15th. If you're reading and haven't stopped by for a while, I do hope you'll stop and say hello. If you can't, or won't, then that's also okay. Just know that you are missed, that your indelible mark lingers on. If my tone leaves any indication, I hope it leaves the true impression that your passing in the night leaves no bad memories nor ill will, but I would like you to know that it is a bit lonelier here, and God knows your presence is missed here and elsewhere. You once likely were responsible for a clarification of a point or thought I might have had, at times a joke once lightening the day up, a happiness once earnestly felt and remembered.
God Bless you all. Peace.
Not much, these things, but they're holiday and vacation day favorites, and they've become sentimental to me. The first object (the tree) has special value as it was the tree that my mother brought to me in the hospital when my arm got infected and I was in dire straits as far as continued body integrity went. This infection happened right before the holidays when everybody was busy decorating, so she thought my hospital room needed something besides industrial drear and she brought it by and it cheered me up greatly. I was released without a problem, came home, but took a special liking to the little artificial mini-tree.
The snow globe is of a different variety. Purchased at the big box store Home Goods, it's just a wintry scene with crystal buildings laid out like a city, but it plays a delightful song in a sort of music box way. Shake it and the whole thing becomes bedazzled with fake snow and high-pitched song. Very much heavy on the treble and high end of things, it could be cloying, but I wind it up, shake it, and thus am cheered through the holidays.
But this year, the tree doesn't light up, it looks sparse in its artificial branches, and I've been unable to locate the globe. Which leads me to wonder, somehow, what they'll mean to me when either I or my family is gone, separated by distance or by health, or by firmness of mind, or death, even. What will these trinkets mean and will they remind me of anything good, or will I just curse the memories and my loneliness?
Which brings me to this board. I get a lot of things out of it. I get camaraderie, intellectual stimulation, ifriendship. I get a ton. But I also get a sense of loss these holidays. Lately, I've begun to read a lot of old threads that I started (hoo boy) and that people have commented on. But the people aren't here any longer. Either pursuit of different ends, or disagreement with the way things are run, natural drifting apart from a mode of communication, or health, or death has taken them and I no longer have them as confidants, as people to pow-wow with, as friends, even. All these proverbial mini-trees and snow globes that once brought me joy, gathered there, no longer lighting up, having moved on.
So I'm a little depressed this December 15th. If you're reading and haven't stopped by for a while, I do hope you'll stop and say hello. If you can't, or won't, then that's also okay. Just know that you are missed, that your indelible mark lingers on. If my tone leaves any indication, I hope it leaves the true impression that your passing in the night leaves no bad memories nor ill will, but I would like you to know that it is a bit lonelier here, and God knows your presence is missed here and elsewhere. You once likely were responsible for a clarification of a point or thought I might have had, at times a joke once lightening the day up, a happiness once earnestly felt and remembered.
God Bless you all. Peace.
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always like your posts and hope you have an enjoyable holiday season. If you’re ever gloomy, or even if not, PMs are always open. 
way to be brohan
