Today is the first Monday in December. It was a good day. My husband and I picked up four cemetery pieces and placed three of them on the graves of my parents, my late husband, and his parents. They were beautiful freshly made pillows filled with a variety of greens, with a red ribbon, and gold decorative pieces.
My husband, Rick carried them and placed them nicely on each grave then gave me some time to spend with those who meant the world to me. I told each of them how much I missed them, then shared a Christmas memory or two. I always end my visit a pat on each headstone and a wish for a Merry Christmas in heaven. Those visits always stay with me for a few days, conjuring up many happy memories of past holidays.
Tomorrow, I will take the fourth, a little pillow decorated made with greens and decorated with a snowman, and little shades of blue ornaments surrounding the snowman’s bow to my Great Grandson’s grave. Skyler passed on July 29, 2016. He was only twenty-nine days old. I miss him very much, especially this time of year. I always throw butterfly kisses to heaven as I say a little prayer over his grave.
Later in the afternoon, Rick placed a medium size tree outside of our television room. It was filled with white lights with an added strand of colored bulbs. I couldn’t wait for it to get dark to see the beauty of that precious tree.
Countdown 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… There it is, standing tall, or as tall as it can be for a small tree, glistening, and shimmering in all of its glory. I loved it!
As I started writing my first story, I kept gazing out the sliding glass door at the branches dancing in the brisk wind. The white colors of the mini bulbs reminded me of little stars flickering in the sky. The stars we wish upon. The small colored bulbs brought to mind those wishing on the stars from a distance dressed in warm coats of different lengths and shades of red, orange, yellow, green, and blue.
As I continued watching, my mind thought about the wishes they might be making. Maybe they are wishing for better health or hoping that God has bent His ear towards them and is sending a miracle on one of the shooting stars.
Maybe they are wishing for a job, or help with their finances, Perhaps some who are lonely are hoping for a friend. Just perhaps they want a little help with Christmas; maybe even a meal.
We all wish for things. Sometimes on a star and sometimes through prayer. It is the time of the year that wishes can come true for a lot of people. Baking cookies or taking a bowl of soup to a neighbor might be just what they need; someone to talk too. Taking gently used coats, sweaters, gloves, scarves, and boots to a shelter might just answer someones wish who is need of warm winter gear.
Donating non-perishable foods to your local food bank can make the difference for a family going through tough times. There are so many things we can do this time of the year to help someone in need.
Be a bright star, and make a difference. Your heart will thank you!
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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