The tree is up, lit by thousands of lights. Presents are packed and ready to mail tomorrow. Cards, not even started.
For at least twenty five years, Penelope has gathered at Pat's for our annual Christmas party. Sometimes, we've had a theme for the meal, like Mediterranean or a national cuisine. Those were delightful parties, but now everyone brings their favorite dish and I roast a turkey. There's lots of variety and no duplication. Wine, laughter and silly presents for all,
I've been on the younger side of the group. Maybe two or three are younger. And I've been witness to the challenges of aging as my friends forge ahead into that territory. I've watched my friends and their loved ones go through the inevitable with a mix of dignity and despair. We've lost so many over the years, members and spouses. Maureen, Betty, Joyce, Joanne. Then, the husbands, Al, Bob, Fred. Now, Julian just had to move into a memory unit and Pat is devastated. She's a courageous and stoic person, but tonight she looked like she'd been punched. They've been married sixty years or more! This will probably be the last Christmas celebrated at their house. How long can she manage on her own?
And another classmate died today. He's been sick for a long time and has suffered. Now he is at peace at only 65.
So, how should we respond? This week we will revel in our children and friends, give thanks for our good health, play games, go for long walks, and enjoy each other's company. We'll savor every moment of life!
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