But, on the other side of that were opportunities to see and appreciate the true and good. We enjoyed the beauty of our flower gardens and the bounty of the vegetable one. I had the opportunity to help my brother-in-law and his mother prepare for his father's funeral where I witnessed many people acknowledging a life well lived. We enjoyed the music of a world class orchestra. We discovered new authors and read scores of books.
We spent these last three weeks of this year fighting our own illnesses - the flu/cold/sinus infections/pneumonia. One night was so bad that a call to EMS was required. We had oh so many plans for the holidays. We had wanted to go back to Stan Hwyet to see the decorated property. I wanted to take my niece shopping for gifts for her parents and I planned on sewing matching "dolly and me" pajamas for one of her Christmas presents. We planned a trip to the market downtown to get fixings for stuffed cabbage for our holiday dinner. I wanted to write.
None of that happened. No sewing. A pared down dinner. We were lucky if we left the house to make it to Mass, so seeing the lights was bagged. Even our decorating around the house was a little less.
Friends remarked this past weekend that perhaps it was a good thing. We had to take Advent and Christmas quietly, slowly. We had to decide what was really important. And, when you do that, you see the beauty as well. Even if it is just a rainbow through the unwashed crystal!
