More than any other, Christmas is the one holiday that fills
my cup with memories. Perhaps, this is the same for you. I have very fond and vivid
memories of Christmas as a child. The scent of a fir, strings of lights and the
taste of sweets. A house warmed by family and a bounty of colour beneath the
tree on Christmas morning.
There is one Christmas I will never forget. It was 32 years
ago. And each December, the memories of that Christmas seem as fresh as if it
was just last year.
It was Christmas Eve 1987, and with my parents and sister, I
visited my grandfather in the hospital. Lawrence, or Larry, as he was known was
78. He wore plaid plants better than most, and he taught me to spell
Mississippi. MI - double S - I - double S - I - double P – I. I can hear his
voice, as I write these words.
When it was time to leave, I walked toward the door.
Everyone else had left. I looked over at my grandfather, and with my eyes getting
wet, I waved goodbye. There was an undeniable feeling that I was saying goodbye
forever.
My parents took my sister and I home before driving back to
the hospital in Duncan. Wanting to be at home with us on Christmas morning, my
parents left the hospital late in the night. I only remember one gift that
year. It was a rectangular box wrapped in colourful paper. I had left the gift
from my grandparents unopened. After breakfast, my parents left and returned to the
hospital.
It was afternoon when I finally decided to unwrap my last gift.
Tears streamed down my face, as I gently pulled the paper apart at each end of
the box. Inside was a cream and brown sweater. It held so much meaning at that moment.
With my parents still at the hospital, it was just my sister
and I at home for Christmas dinner. My grandfather died that evening.
When I hear Maroon 5’s latest song, Memories, I think
of Christmas and I think of my grandfather.
Toast to the ones here today.
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way.
‘Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way.
‘Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
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