Our big plan for the daytime today is going over to entertain our daughter's kitties. I have brought bribes, as they deign to accept food, water and litter cleanup, but not to socialize with us. I will be armed with catnip and new toys. Our daughter and her fiance are at his family's place back east, so they are counting on us to make up for their guilt at being away. We'll do our best. However, I cannot be responsible for the silly Christmas collar they put on one of their cats and then took a picture to humiliate her further. For that they will need some form of divine intervention.
And this afternoon we go to our son's and daughter-in-law's for Christmas Eve dinner. It's a big treat for me not to have to cook, plus they are both better cooks by far than I am. And I hope we'll sing carols, my idea of right speech for Christmas, and I'll be bringing a trifle, and the joy of family is abundant for me. There have been two baby boys born recently, one in October and one a week ago, and celebrating births is a symbol of renewal and the persistence of life. My brother leaves the stage, but two little fellows enter. It's beautiful.
Yesterday my friend and I had a day to celebrate our younger deceased brothers. We each had a photo out, and talked about them and their importance to us. We are now both lone survivors of our nuclear families. We both felt adored by our brothers, and how fortunate that was for us. We didn't have what they needed, but we were solidly planted where they could always find us. They both suffered, but we were not the cause. The missing will go on and on. But we smiled and laughed at various interactions we'd had with them as children and men. And as my friend said, they were our companions through the deaths of our parents. We had their loving company. We're both thankful for their presence in our lives.
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