This morning we awoke to a major wind storm. It was warm enough to melt most of the snow over night but now it’s turned colder and will be dipping even more throughout the day. One TV channel is off-the air as a result of the wind.

John’s lawn clean-up chore from the trees that were topped in our yard is going to be even harder today. (Certainly no burning.) I’ll be gone most of the day with a dental appointment, some banking chores, and last minute Christmas shopping. Then back home to start filling the truck. (We leave for Florida in three days.)

Last night our buddy Bob called to see if we’d arrived in Florida yet. He was lonesome for us.

I’ve always just loved the holidays. The beauty of the freshly cut Christmas tree has always been one of the hilights of our season. This year with no decorations and everything waiting for our trip to Florida, I am really finding it hard to capture the spirit. Yesterday we had a pleasant celebration with John’s family. It’s always nice to get together with them.

But something is missing this year! I’m sure it’s the absence of the tree and the tradition that has gone along with it. But a big part of it is grief over my mother’s recent passing. She had been lost to us for many years, but I was still optimistically included her in my Christmas thoughts. Now she’s gone, and there’s a real emptiness.

I keep thinking that when we get to Florida it’ll be fun and festive. We’ll have excitement and enthusiasm and the spirit that is missing will be found. We’ll be with friends. I hope we’re not disappointed.