Holidays are attended by the glad and the sad: glad that we gather with loved ones and friends; sad that the older we grow,we gather with fewer loved ones as age anusd failing health diminish the number of loved ones from year to year.

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As time goes on, our gatherings are smaller but still just as warm.

Today’s gathering with Mama provides an example.  Twenty years ago when so many other parents/grandparents/aunts/uncles/brothers/sisters were alive, our holiday reunions were  noisy, boisterous affairs attended by dozens.  Compare such a party with today’s quiet gathering with Mama—-my own family not even complete because one child lives in Colorado: We had fun, we ate well, and we relished the hour, but we didn’t make enough family noise to disturb a rat’s nap like we would have many years ago.

I’m reminded that life is cyclical and seasonal.  The cycles and seasons that were fade into cycles and seasons that are . . . and we move on amid the blessing.

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