Merriest of holiday seasons to you, my friends!
There are so many stories to share of my adventures from the past weeks and of those to come. Often, I find myself writing every detail of every moment, thereby taking longer and longer to finish a post. This will serve well when it comes time to edit and select which parts should be kept in, and which don’t serve the story.
In the meantime, it is Christmas day. It has been a special one because I am unexpectedly in Colorado with my sweetheart–thank you Kathy and Don.
Originally, I was set to spend the holiday with friends in the L.A. area–thank you Soo and Terry! But the universe decided I needed to be here (a special story in itself).
Regardless, wherever I was meant to be, it was inevitable that the pain would come–the heartache of missing Daddy.
In a thrift store in Los Angeles a few weeks ago, not sure what provoked it, I suddenly found myself thinking about Daddy and the pain of his absence. I wanted to talk to him about what was going on since I’d arrived in LA. I wanted to call him and share about the good things, the difficulties I was overcoming, the friends I was making, and get some words of wisdom that only a Dad can give on the challenges I was facing.
Feeling the emotion overwhelming me, I went to a corner of the store hoping to hide the tears from anyone who might walk by me in the aisle. I found myself near tables covered in discount holiday decorations. If I’d had any chance of holding back the tears, it was crushed with the reality that the holidays were coming and no matter how hard I might wish it, Daddy wasn’t here.
As a woman brushed behind me with her cart, I feigned interest in a plug-in animatronic Mrs. Claus. As I reached for the figure, I knocked another item to the floor. The woman stopped and picked it up and placed it on the table. “I do that all the time,” she kindly chuckled. I smiled back and turned so she couldn’t see as I fought the tears.
Gazing over the items, but not really looking at anything specific of the huge array of items from classic holiday angels and light-up candy canes to the not-so-classic Precious Moments Santa Clauses, I decided it might be best to leave.
Though I had no interest in purchasing any Christmas decorations, I took one more moment to glance around at the holiday offerings when something caught my attention among the cluster of lighted trees and plastic wreaths. I stepped closer to the edge of the table and read:
I paused and re-read the words to make sure I wasn’t imagining what it said.
Standing in the store, I closed my eyes and felt the tears press from under my lids and roll down my cheeks.
This angel statue could have said anything. ‘Special Mom’, ‘Special Grandmother’, ‘Special Friend’, ‘Special Pet’.
But it didn’t. It directly referenced “Special Dad”, which Daddy so very much is.
I was reminded that he is here. And that I can talk to him whenever I need to and share whatever is on my mind.
For a moment I considered whether I was meant to buy this ‘message’. I took a breath, and decided I had received all I needed and perhaps someone else who might be hurting during this holiday could gain comfort from this angel in their midst.
There truly are angels everywhere. Whether they are in the form of ethereal, invisible spirits floating above us, a woman picking up something from the floor for you, an invitation to spend Christmas with another family, a gifted airline ticket to be with your sweetheart, or a knick-knack with the encouragement you need to get through the holidays, they’re there.
Embrace them. Be open to the messages that are there and can help you get through the toughest of moments.
And coming from a ‘Daddy’s Girl’, if your Daddy is still here, give him extra hugs.
Merry Christmas, Daddy!