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Story Time: Merry and Bright

Posted on Wednesday, December 1, 2021 at 4:07 pm

By Lorry Myers

Thanksgiving is the official trigger that starts the holiday season. Home Alone, the Grinch and that dreaded Elf on the Shelf are back. Thanksgiving prompts you to sign your cards, wrap your gifts and sing loud, Joy to the World.

Thanksgiving was definitely a trigger for me.

Just last year I shared Thanksgiving with my husband, just the two of us. Randy was about to finish a tour of radiation duty at the cancer center. His hair fell out and he moved a bit slower so his children wisely decided to stay away in an effort to protect their father from any exposure to a virus no one wants. So, for the first time ever, Randy and I had Thanksgiving dinner alone. We played old music, ate turkey and Randy watched as I put up our Christmas tree. The kids called, we had pie, and Randy fell asleep in his recliner.

I was so thankful.

A week later, after finishing his last treatment, Randy was admitted to the hospital following his doctor’s concerns and a positive Covid test. Of course, I couldn’t stay with him or visit him. Instead, separated from my husband and quarantined alone, I sent out Christmas cards signed with both of our names. I wrapped Randy’s gifts, the ones I’d hidden under the bed and then played holiday music while I wrapped them and stacked them under the tree. Each night, I went to asleep alone with my phone gripped in my hand and a prayer on my lips.

Was anyone listening?

For the complete article, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard