We are fast approaching the blue season.
No one wants to be identified with what the world calls it. Depression. Down time or a case of the blahs doesn’t sound so bad. But it feels awful. I know.
We all have some form of heartache.
Too many of us have lost loved ones this time of year and the absence screams at you.
Why should this time of year be more painful than losing a loved one any other time?
In my case, it’s those Norman Rockwell scenes that appear. The pictures that depict what our family gathering will not be. The memories of what used to be
The holidays can look as bleak as this festive but hollow turkey.
© of JB Katke
It’s all where you place the syllable.
My dear departed mother used to tell me about putting the emphasis on the other syl-i-able. She meant for me to look on my situation differently. The good Lord gives us enough opportunities to do just that, because nothing stays the same.
Not all change is bad…so I am told.
A few years back I inadvertently found the secret to overcoming the blues. It’s about taking my eyes off self and really seeing others.
A family from Great Britain were renting the house across the street. Being in the US meant back home there were going to be some empty seats at the table. We had some empty seats of our own and invited them over for Christmas dinner. It was a memorable evening for all of us.
The reality is not all Facebook lives are necessarily as they are portrayed.
Perspective changes, when you suddenly realize how much you have to offer and be grateful for.
Note to self
Joy comes when you lighten the load of a heavy heart.
Oftentimes I have heard that girls marry someone like their dad; likewise boys marry a girl like mom. Sort of I did, I know my husband definitely did. I could go to great lengths telling you of the fun my mother-in-law and I shared, but today I celebrate fatherhood.
Just like Dad.
My husband is a hard-working devoted family man. Just like Dad. The two of them served in the Navy. Both men are thinkers. But that is pretty much where the similarity ends. My marriage partner is a man of few words and a problem solver at heart. He enjoys a challenge and gets aggravated at things that keep him from achieving his goal. Giving up is never an option. He teaches me patience.
This love of my life loves and supports our children. But he’ll redirect their thoughts if he deems it necessary. He desires to always be available for them, which is hard when we all live in different parts of the country. Some decisions are made for us, so we deal with them.
On the other hand, Dad was a talker. Always thinking up ideas that were mostly wishful thinking. I can still see him tapping his forehead saying, ‘Twenty-four hours a day,’ indicating his mind never stops. To say he was a character is putting it mildly. I still laugh to recall my dad trying to figure out how the light went out on our regrigerator, nearly shutting the door on his head in the process. Dad was a hard-working man, his first job was delivering newspapers. Even in his nineties he could give you the names of those on his route that refused to pay him. He readily accepted responsibility in providing for his widowed mother along with his own family. He taught me appreciation.
I’m grateful for both of them. My life is what it is because of these two influential men. Oh yeah, God too. He knew exactily the kind of men i needed. Open-minded problem solvers that know how to have fun. I love you guys dearly.
Happy Father’s Day