The Christmas morning clatter—save the boxes, keep the ribbon, recycle the tissue, read the directions, where’s the receipt, the vac is clogged—is a week in the past. As I write, the new year is just hours away. I can’t say I’m sorry to see the old one out.
This dwindling year has been an annus horribilis, as Queen Elizabeth II defined her 1992. She referred to her children’s marital follies and questionable clandestine issues, as well as the costly fire in Windsor Castle, one of her favorites.
Even though this has been an awful year for the Clarke family, we’ve found bright spots to keep us laughing. The house didn’t burn down either.
One of Peter’s new helpers, fascinated by his natural affinity with children, observed him interacting with a little boy. They stood on the fringe of a crowd waiting to see the Nutcracker ballet. I wasn’t there but I’m sure my husband’s eyes twinkled while he made silly faces and crouched to the two-year-old’s eye level. More than once, the boy announced loudly to anyone else in range that this, pointing to Peter, was his New Best Friend.
When I heard the story I smiled in spite of myself and my fretting.
For months I’d wondered how, or if, I would cope, how Peter would do, how would we all manage during the holidays. But, miraculously, my husband had settled into his new “digs” and no longer asked, “Is this my room?” every time I led him inside.
With a lot of propping up from family and friends, I spun through Christmas with more good cheer than I’d thought I could muster. I dashed and twirled and muddled, but in many ways, the week was actually one of the best we’ve ever had. The eight of us kept him busy with meals and snacks, card games, walks, movies, billiards, and chatter. Not that Peter talked much, but he smiled, chuckling, as he listened. If he had been able to channel my dad, my husband might have said, “Well, someone has to listen.”
Header: In 2017, Peter lifted a dug-up pine to bring home with help from Leslie who wore red and white striped camouflage.
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it was a good Christmas
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Yes! and you played a big role.
So happy it was a wonderful week.
Oh yes. Wish it could have been ‘longer,’ you know.
Glad the season had some good times for you all – and I appreciate your humor, pathos and warmth about the whole situation of having a spouse in a care home. Wishing you well for the new year.
Thank you, and well wishes for you too.
A making of beautiful memories, when you thought it couldn’t happen ♥️
I know!. It was magic.
Best yet…YOU had a lovely week Judith❣️
Even exhausted and befuddled you were laughing…which made it lovely for us all❣️
I think there’s a post to follow about all the laughs. All of you made it lovely for me. <3
I’m so happy for you and Peter, too.
I wishing you blessings, strength and acceptance throughout the new year.
Thanks, Shirley. Same to you and yours.