My daughter is home for the holidays. It has been four long years since we spent Christmas together as a family, and we have a lot of catching up to do in so short a time.
I remember the years when I was growing up in my parents' home, with my brothers and sister, and I was unaware they were among my life's best and happiest moments. We take things for granted when they are quite commonplace, but when they are no longer as such, we become willing to move heaven and earth to relive even just one moment of the lost glory and happiness. But, of course, what were then trivial, daily occurrences, have now turned into something impossible to obtain as the mythical eldorado and fountain of youth.
We lost my wife's mother and my own mom last year; and my brother Benjie this year. They are still home for the holidays, in our minds and hearts. We will, for our lifetimes, give tribute to their love for family and friends, and their zest for life, including their appreciation of small, simple, and genuinely wonderful things. They're forever at home in that most beautiful place and state we all aspire for. They've completed their journeys, while we are still plodding through.
We're going to make the most out of this time as a family, treat each day as special, not merely a sunrise to sunset thing. Life is so fragile and temporary.
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