On Christmas Eve, my family gathered around the Christmas tree to decorate it for the holiday. My dad placed a special ornament on the tree, a delicate crystal angel that had been passed down through the family for generations.
As my dad hung the ornament, he couldn’t help but think about his own mother, who had passed away a few years before. He remembered all of the Christmases they had spent together, decorating the tree and sharing special moments as a family.
As I watched my dad, I could sense that something was on his mind. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me about his mother. “I miss her so much,” he said, tears welling up in his eyes. “But I know that she’s always with us, in our hearts and memories. And it’s important to cherish the time we have with our loved ones, because we never know when they may be gone.”
I nodded, understanding the message. I knew that my dad missed his mother, and I felt grateful for the time I had spent with my own grandmother. I made a promise to myself to always tell my family how much I loved them, and to cherish every moment we had together.
Who will you spend your Christmas with?