Just two months before, my Nana’s husband of almost 60 years passed away. He was a precious, patient, honest and loving soul. Needless to say, my Nana was in no mood for Christmas. What I found, however, would change that.
I carried the box inside my Nana’s house, emptied its contents on the floor, and started putting together a 50 year old aluminum Christmas tree. My Nana lit up as she told stories of Christmas past sitting around that tree as a family. This was what her soul needed. She was being invited to reach back into those forgotten memories and feel those feelings of completeness again. What she now knew was that those memories would always be there--she could always feel complete.