With all the pomp and circumstance that these holidays bring, I’d be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge that it’s not all cheer and joy.
So yes, this is a Debbie downer post. Be warned.
It may be the energy that Christmas time brings because it makes me want to be near those I love. It makes me yearn for those unforgettable trips to my hometown where we would gather as a family and just enjoy each other’s company. Yes and the mandatory disagreement, arguments, and fights that come with family get togethers. It’s a era long gone. While I can’t recreate it. I can be with those that were a part of the journey.
I miss Dad, I miss my brother Ivan. I miss my grandmother and Papa Pompeyo. So many who were such an important part of my life. All I want to do now during this time is give a hug to those still around and rekindle the special moments of togetherness and gifting the best present one can bestow on those we love, our time.
So while I live life without regrets, I do miss them. I wish I could give them one more hug, one more smile, one more look into their eyes. One more conversation about just nothing. In the case of my father in law, one more glass of tequila with an orange wedge or just another glass of nice wine we so often would enjoy over fixing the world’s problems, talking smack about Mexican politics (his favorite debate subject with me) or simply talking about his endless stories working at the KalKan factory.
If I could turn back time...