Blue Christmas.

 006-2It’s Christmas Eve. If it weren’t posted everywhere for me to see, I’d have a hard time believing it. Normally this day holds so much excitement and joy for me, but this year it lacks that. This year is different. This is my first Christmas without my dad. On Christmas Eve we would always be rushing about. You could feel excitement thick in the air. We were always out shopping for last-minute somethings. I get it honest, we are a bunch of procrastinators. Christmas was always my dad’s favorite time of year, next to his birthday. I’ll never forget how excited he got about either of those events. I get my childlike spirit from him, my birthday is my favorite too. I watched a video of my first Christmas the other day, it was emotional to say the least. I sat there and watched love and adoration pour out of my dad as he watched me open up my gifts. He was so happy just to be there to experience this milestone in my life. The video played some more and showed him opening up something, a jacket, I think. He was so genuinely pleased and thankful for that gift. He was always like that. I remember most years I’d have very little to spend on my parents and would buy him a dollar store tool. You would have thought I had given him the most precious jewel, to him it was precious. I remember him watching as I would open my gift on Christmas mornings. He would be so focused on watching me and he never failed to be so enthusiastic about it. His go to saying was “oh boy, looky there”. Amother thing I remember is how he loved Christmas lights. I’ll never forget how he would always comment on our Christmas tree all lit up, “man, that is just so beautiful”. I think I miss his spirit most. I compare it to the beauty of Christmas lights, always twinkling, always bringing joy to someone else. Going through life you never realize what’s in front of you and I am no exception to that, I missed having the most amazing human being in my life for 21 years. There is so much to learn from him. He always knew what was most important, God and his family. He was thankful for what he had and didn’t sweat the rest. He knew that God had him. He knew the true meaning of Christmas. He knew that Jesus is the reason for the season and not gifts. I hope I don’t ever stop learning from him. My dad was the most amazing human I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I hope that by reading this you remember what’s most important about this season. I hope you, not only show, but tell the people you hold most dear what they really mean to you, not just this time of year, but all the time. You never know what day might be your last.

Dad, I hope your first Christmas in heaven is better than anyone you ever had here on earth. I miss you. I love you. Merry Christmas, Dad.

My wish for you is a Christmas full of Christ’s love. For Jesus is the real reason for the season. Go tell someone you love, what they mean to you.
Merry Christmas from me to you.

For you, Dad.

 ImageToday is a day that has been long awaited, today I graduate with my GED. Without going into too many details, this has been 6 long years in the making. Yet today lacks the overwhelming joy that it should have. My biggest fan won’t be there. My dad has been my champion through this whole process, when I would be having a bad day and didn’t want to go to class, he would always encourage me with “You can do this. Go today and you’ll be that much closer to being done.” He was always so proud of any little accomplishment, he would always make a big deal out of it and find a way to celebrate it. He was my biggest fan. He never missed a chance to tell me how proud he was that I wasn’t letting what life threw at me stop me from finishing school. When I started high school he would pick me up in the afternoon and more often than not, when we would pass the football field he would say “I’m so looking forward to sitting in those stands and embarrassing you”, I would laugh and say ok. I never realized how much I was looking forward to that moment also. Even though, life decided what I had planned wasn’t what was going to happen and it has taken, sometime what feels like moving heaven and earth to get here,  I can now close this chapter in my life. I’m grateful for my dads encouraging spirit and his never wavering belief in me, without his and my moms perseverance I wouldn’t be here today. Thank you dad for being on my side, for fighting for me, and for encouraging me along the way.  This is for you, dad. wish you were here.

Here’s the little bit of that.


From time to time I might tell you about a book I’m loving or something along those lines, I’m not always deep or serious, and I LOVE to read.

So here’s that part.

Let me give you a little back story; after I read Fifty Shades of Grey(Yes, I’ve read them and yes, I loved them. Judge me. I don’t care and P.S. I’m STUPID EXCITED about the movie), about two years ago, I read a book that I fell in love with; Gabriel’s Inferno by Sylvain Reynard. Originally it was only a two book series with Gabriel’s Inferno and Gabriel’s Rapture, but then it was requested that they write a third and final book, so the author obliged. December 3rd came Gabriel’s Redemption. Here’s the current part. I knew the author used a pseudonym, but didn’t think much about it until the conclusion, well let me tell you, am I blown away! The author is a male and chooses to keep his identity a secret so he can use his fame to bring his favorite charities to light. Now, not only do I love the story line of these books, but I think I may love the author as well. I loved the conclusion and may have cried(did cry) at the ending. If it is possible, I felt a little smarter after reading these books. The author is quit intelligent. If you love romance and were fond of FSoG, with these books being no where nears as gritty, I highly suggest you give them a read.



Thanksgiving has come and gone, It was a lot more difficult than I anticipated. Thursday was just a blur of emotions, Mom and I decided to continue this year with getting a ham from a local fire department that has been a tradition as long as I can remember. We would get up early, drive out there, pick up our box, and have a picknic at a close by gas station. I can remember being little and being a brat about going because it was so early and cold. But I look back now and those are some of my favorite memories, just getting in the car in my jammies and wrapped it a handmade quilt then hearing my dads booming voice talk about whatever was on his mind, always laughing and joking about something, he was always such a morning person.

 Thursday we had a small lunch, well small for this crowd, and the whole time I just could let go that he wasn’t there talking and joking or cuddling with my littlest cousin. I finally snapped about something and My mom said in her sarcastic, syrupy sweet voice that “I need to change my attitude” and before my brain caught up to my mouth I said, “Well when you can have my dad here, i’ll change my attitude.”  Of course that started a whole slew of I know you miss him and he is in a far better place talks. So naturally I closed myself off and went to my room. Friday was a reprieve of having to show emotion and thankfulness but Saturday was on it’s trail with not one, but two dinners. The first was ok to get through until my cousin I’m closest to in age had to leave to go back to college. It’s always bittersweet to see him leave because I only get to see him a couple times a year. After we said our goodbyes and be carefuls, I was just ready to go home. Before I knew it and before I had time to have a mental reprieve it was time to go to Thanksgiving dinner number 3. This one was by far the most difficult because it was with my dad’s side of the family, well the ones we talk to. That’s another story for another day that I’m sure you’ll hear about sometime. Anyway. we come in and say hello to everyone and my uncle, my dads middle brother and best friend comes up and does something that so resembled something that my dad would do and it took everything I had in me not to break down, When you’re with that big of a crowd you don’t have time to dwell on anything but the baby you’re holding, or the niece that wants your attention, or the cousin that wants a picture. But still I was ready to go, because it wasn’t the same. he was suppose to be here, he was suppose to get better and pull through, like always. He was the glue that held everything together and now he’s not here and everything has changed.

I came home and started to go to sleep and tears just started to roll out. I could hear his laugh, or something he would joke about. I sent up a silent prayer that he was happy and better in heaven and told him I miss him.

I usually put up some kind of post saying how thankful I am, but this year I didn’t. In honour of my dad who was always thankful and grateful for God’s bountiful blessings in his life, I write this now.

I’m thankful for my parents who raised me to be the best person I could be, for my mom who has been there since the beginning, for my dad even though you are no longer here with me, you’re still teaching me and guiding me like always, for my family no matter how much you drive me crazy I wouldn’t be me without you, for my best friend who has been there longer than anyone else ever has, for my nieces who teach me child like faith and unconditional love, for my online community who is helping me love myself, for my YA bible study group who is always challenging me and helping me in my walk, for the memories that my dad has left me with that honestly if I didn’t have them I don’t know how i’d make it, for that special guy who is out there, somewhere, for my God who gives me grace and strength to get through this crazy, beautiful life.