Remembering the Lost

Growing up, I have always loved Christmas.  Not only do I cherish the story of Jesus’ birth but as a December baby myself, I have always felt a deep connection to the holiday.  That is, until my father passed.  You see Christmas was the last time I saw him before he passed.  Even to this day, it’s still hard for me.  Nonetheless, I do so love the true reason for the season, the celebration of Jesus.  Sure, I am fully aware that no one knows exactly when he was born.  However, it is the significance of his birth and the intent to show reverence for that joyous occasion, that moves me most.  He is truly the ‘Gift’ that keeps on giving!

During this time of the year, I am also mindful of the loved ones that I’ve lost.

Again, my father, Charles V. White, Sr….gone!

My maternal grandmother, Beulah Mae Turner…gone!

My paternal grandmother, Lonnie Mae White…gone!

My paternal grandfather, John White…gone!

My great-aunt, Thelma Pearson…gone!

My great-aunt Rosie Chambers…gone!

My aunt Mae “Poochie” White Thomas…gone!

My mother’s best friend and my adoptive aunt, Shirley Blackwell…gone!

My uncle, Lonnie Mace White…gone!

My uncle, Stanley White…gone!

My uncle, Bill White…gone!

My cousin, Ronnie “Steve” Summers…gone!

My cousin, Doris Robinson…gone!

And sadly, there are many, many more.  However, instead of dwelling on the sadness of their absences. I now choose to focus on the blessing of the memories that they left behind. Each one of them touched my life in a profound way (either directly or indirectly).  Even my Uncle  Bill died before my birth.  He and my father shared a special bond.  Because of that, he, in turn, means a lot to me.

How about you, Beloved?  Who have you lost but still miss during Christmas? What made them so endearing and relevant to you?  Better yet, if that person was still alive today, what would you like to tell her or him?

Please join with me and let’s take a moment to “Remember the Lost, But Certainly Not Forgotten!”