Monday, December 31, 2012

The Official Greeter Greets...

As many of you know, my father passed away in 2004. Knowing the type of man he was, I'm sure that one of his roles in Heaven is to be the Official Greeter, to show newcomers around and familiarize them with their new "home". Recently, he got to greet someone special to me: my friend Rosa.

It isn't my place to go into the details of her passing: I'll sum it up by saying complications from a heart attack.  Sadly, she was taken off of life support on Christmas Day.  It was a very difficult decision, but ultimately the right one considering her circumstance.

Rosa and I became friends approximately 14 years ago working for the same company. We were both single mothers raising two children, had...interesting families that drove us nuts, and bonded over lots of things that women bond over.  We socialized outside of work too: in later years not as often as we would have liked but this didn't interfere with our friendship.

Rosa was one of those women who was tough as nails on the outside, but that only disguised the heart of gold she had on the inside.  She had to be strong for her family, and had to not take any crap from various aspects of her job. But at the end of the day, I don't know anyone who didn't respect Rosa and admire who she was.

Every year my company holds a very nice holiday party for the employees and most years Rosa and I would attend. We'd sit together with her boyfriend Aaron and whomever I'd manage to scare up: my daughter, my best friend David, or whomever, haha. And we always had the best time of any table in the room. This was true because each year we would have people beg us to let them sit with us; and we'd have to carefully orchestrate who got that privilege and who was relegated to table 2, or 3!  Yes, Rosa was a lot of fun and I loved being at these gatherings with her. Let the good times roll!

Last year though, we went to the holiday party and had a terrible time. We didn't like what we wore, we didn't like the venue, we didn't like the food or the deejay. We're just not sure what the problem was but figured part of it was our friend Annette and her husband weren't able to attend.

But this year guess what: Annette and her husband did come, as did Brie! It was the same venue but there was something different in the air: the food was great, the deejay was awesome and they even got me up on the dance floor a few times!  Afterwards we were all talking before we went our separate ways and decided it had been the best holiday party we'd attended in years!  Everybody hugged everybody and we left, This was on December 7th.

I talked to Rosa on Thursday at work, December 19th. Just the usual casual conversation and work talk; and she was excited to have her daughter and new grandbaby home. We were both looking forward to time off over the holidays and to having a Merry Christmas...

But we didn't get the Merry Christmas we were hoping for. Instead, we have a void where Rosa once was. I don't hurt because God wanted her with him. I just hurt for those she left behind, who are devastated and not quite ready to accept that Rosa needed to be with God.  Especially her boyfriend Aaron, who loved her like each one of us dream of being loved.

So Dad: I'm glad that you got to greet Rosa when she arrived. I'm glad that you were with her when she got to see her father again, who died just this summer, and that you got to witness her seeing Jesus face to face.

So when I read the poem "The Mansion In Heaven" at Rosa's funeral on Wednesday, I'll know that one day I will see Rosa in her rightful place in Heaven. I'll know that she's in the arms of the Heavenly Father, who is building mansions for us all.



Aaron and Rosa: I love you both.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Christmas Memories - The Best Present

I have to apologize for being so remiss. I had a lot of posts I wanted to do for Christmas, but due to my hand surgery, typing has been really rough and painful the past few weeks. However, I did want to share with you one of my favorite Christmas stories. I thought of this when a couple of weeks ago Bob and Sheri, on their morning radio show, asked listeners to call in and chat about the best Christmas present they ever gave. This made me think of the best present I ever received:

When I was little my parents, 2 older brothers and I used to travel "down home" to North Carolina a few times a year; but the most special time was always for Christmas vacation.  It was good to see the aunts, uncles, cousins but especially my grandparents.

My grandparents weren't rich: granddaddy was a tobacco farmer, grandma was a seamstress and they lived on a little farm in Chowan County. But when it came to love: that's where their richness came from.

So: I'm a little girl and of course every kid looked forward to their presents on Christmas.  My parents would smuggle our gifts down there so "Santa" would arrive. But my grandparents didn't have the money to buy Santa gifts. However, my grandma always made the grandkids an outfit each for a gift, and we were young enough to enjoy it and wear it.

But that wasn't the best gift.  Even the "Santa" gifts weren't the best gifts. Nope: the BEST gift we'd receive from grandma was always the same every year. And if anyone was forgotten or she miscounted: the neglected one would be heartbroken until they received one.

What was this magical, mystical, fought-over gift that we coveted each year? Believe it or not, it was a little brown paper bag. Inside would be...an apple, an orange, some pecans, almonds,brazils and walnuts in the shell and some hard filled Christmas candy: like Brach's used to make. Granted, sometimes the candy would be sticky and stick to the fruit but we didn't care! It came from grandma's heart. We would eat that fruit and in my case have someone shell the nuts and I'd be soo happy! We looked forward to that little paper bag all year.

Even now I really love those little brown lunch bags that parents used to pack their kids' school lunches in. I smile when I see a pack of them on the bottom shelf of the supermarket. I love Brazil nuts, almonds and walnuts, And I love my grandparents.

They've been gone for many years now, but each Christmas I always take a moment and remember them and that little bag of love.

May your days be merry and bright...