When I was younger and felt, as I often did, that I had been the victim of some injustice, my father used to tell me a parable. He would start telling it, and I would roll my eyes. Because I'd heard it before, and teenagers often roll their eyes. But I also liked the story, and I always enjoyed my father telling it. So I listened.
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I am and will continue to pray for you, my sister. Many things may not make sense right now, but have hope in a God who knows and sees more than we do. Where we see no open doors, He sees one that we don't even know exists. You are very strong, and you are very loved.
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They were characters in stories without seats at the fold-out table and I was to the far right, hungover, parent-less and stress-sweating on a plastic chair. Seven years later, I still get the chills (and a slight stress rash) whenever someone else carves the turkey.
Parents keep a variety of secrets in an effort to protect their teens but it is my strong belief that teens are old enough and mature enough to hear the real family stories. And, perhaps telling family truths is yet another unwrapped gift that you can give your kids for Christmas.
Since the year I turned ten, the days following Thanksgiving have marked the arrival of my personal dark season. When sun sets too early and the temperature drops, I am brought back to the last day of my father's life.
At the time my brother was gone, I was the only person I knew who had a situation like this. Knowing he was alive and choosing not to talk to me was devastating, but it also gave me hope. As I got older I realized this was really common for a lot of people.
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I stood in the cold wind, listening to this woman's stories of her husband, of her life, and of her loss. And I was so moved by her.
We do, however, have the power to determine how we respond to what befalls us. Each rupture in our life is fraught with opportunity for growth. Transformation involves a shift in our attitude or perspective that allows for the experience of new possibilities. Each transition provides a chance to come back to a truer version of who we are.
To all of you who, like me, struggle through this time of year: Please be gentle with yourself. If grief visits, let it. Reach out if you need help. Set clear boundaries and don't be afraid to honor them even when you're feeling pressured not to. Don't force things.
Someone knee-deep in grief needs space and time to make sense of his or her feelings. There's no room for deadlines or expectations, particularly at the holidays, and on special occasions such as birthdays and anniversaries.
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It's like once the most wonderful time of the year hits, everyone smiles and gives thanks and acts nice and looks ahead to the new year. Everyone seems to check out of reality and focus on the happiness surrounding them.