This past week, my aunt passed away. The reality of the shortness of life was compounded. This was my mother's only sibling. Her one sister, and the end of the Venell family (except for middle names). However, the Venell family has so much more of an impact for me, so the name lives on, despite no one to continue the family name.
It was the Venell family that taught me how to bake the "secret family recipe" coffee cake, not to mention pepparkockers, spritz and sour cream twists for our Christmas cookies. And, had we not embraced our Swedish heritage, we would have never had that great smorgasbord with Laurel Peterson's Rice Pudding, that has become a Christmas tradition for this family.
Not only do we mourn the passing of the end of an era, in some ways, we also look toward the fact that death is a real part of life, and not that far away.
At the same time, I came across the Blog of my "one true love." Interesting enough, the picture of Alan looked nothing like the man I thought I loved. Perhaps time does heal all wounds.
Despite whether we want to acknowledge it or not, loss is a part of our lives. Christmas time is no exception, if anything, it brings up so many losses that we have in our heart of hearts, never let go. Is there healing in my future? on a more global level,is there hope for a peaceful agreement with all nations, and the community world wide sense that we need to believe in for the success of the planet.
(or maybe it's that thought that keeps me from wallowing in the "never will be" category...
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