December 22, 2007

The Christmas Tree

To really appreciate the fabulous artwork of artist Raffi Anderian, I would love you to get hold of a copy of today's Toronto Star (Saturday).

Here's a link to the story. It's about my Dad.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lorraine, you captured the meaning of Christmas...I have memories that are very similar and with each passing year the thoughts of those great times are no easier to forget...all things heal with time they say, I have news for them, they don't...with each passing year they become more important and harder to forget...

Merry Christmas...

December 22, 2007 10:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you.


December 22, 2007 11:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas, Lorraine.


December 22, 2007 12:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm am heading out to my parents house shortly (just waiting for a load of laundry to dry) to see them for Christmas (I will be busy with my own kids on Christmas Day). I have been fuming around here all morning trying to figure out how I'm going to 'catch up' on my endless holiday chores after I take the time to drive all the way to their house, visit and then drive all the way back home.

When the heck did 'stuff' become so important? Thank you Lorraine for the verbal shaking your article just gave me. My parents are 85 and I should be remembering how very blessed I am to still be able to visit them, not grousing about how I'm going to make up 'lost' time!!!

Thank you for the memory of the many, many trees gone by. As I read your article, a most vivid memory came to me:

Sitting on the back landing off our kitchen (I was probably about 5 or 6 years old) and my Dad had just come in from work (he had his own business so that usually meant a 14-16 hour day for him). Anyway, I remember him tying up my skates for me. So tightly it hurt, but I'd never say a word to him ... he always stressed the importance of tight skates - "it will keep your ankles from hurting". I can still see him bent focused on his task ... back then I never realized this was just a very small part of how he protected us. We would then proceed out to the backyard that Dad had flooded ... he would stand out back there every night for a couple of weeks (long after I was in bed sound asleep)until it was "just the right smoothness".

Thank you again, Lorraine. I'm going to give my parents two huge hugs ... one from me and one from you.

Best wishes for a Blessed Christmas with your family, Lorraine, and thank you for making the obvious special.


December 22, 2007 12:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you gave me a heads up but it was still a four kleenex boo.

your sister.
(and she even edited me out of the story!)

December 22, 2007 5:40 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Meant to post sooner...Brenda, I love the story of you and your skates. Thanks so much for sharing it.

January 04, 2008 10:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank YOU, Lorraine. I think this is one of the best Christmases I've had in years!

By the way, I'm just catching up on your daily postings ... felt sick to my stomach for your son (Dec. 26 posting). However, the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that the 'jerk' who stole your boy's treasures probably did him a huge favour. It sounds like Marc is very fortunate to have exemplars like yourself and his stepdad in his life. I'll bet in a few years time he'll look back and realize Christmas 2007 was the year he received a truly valuable present ... family. (And all that goes with it: strength, laughter, understanding, character, class and unconditional love. I have a sneaky feeling the 'jerk' was never exposed to too many of these fine qualities ... perhaps it's to him my sympathy should be directed!)


January 04, 2008 3:04 PM  

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