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LETTING GO OF MY CHRISTMAS TREE
Posted on 05/26/08, 05:32 pm
I moved out of my former house and my former life in September. Strangers live there now and have been remodeling the interior. Yesterday, I drove past the old homestead, the home Phil and I built together after tearing down most of the little cottage that stood on our 2 acres in the woods. There was a lump in my throat when I realized that they had cut down my 25 ft fir tree.
It stood perfectly centered in the big front lawn. When we bought the house it was short enough for me to reach the top on a 6 ft ladder and I would decorate it with Christmas lights. Eventually I needed an expandable painting pole Phil fashioned for me with a hook. As the tree was growing so was my family along with the house. Finally the tree was too tall; I was too old, so I gave up the lights.
Now it is dead, cut down before its time. I may never know why it was cut down. It is none of my business. And I must accept the things I can not change. I am left to mourn my beloved husband and my beloved tree and pray to accept that they will never see another Christmas.
This May I planted a trumpet vine and a little angel statue outside my window at my new house, my widow's walk. On Father's Day I will bury Phil's remaining ashes on that spot to mix with my tears and I hope to see that vine thrive and bloom and bring me happiness.
It stood perfectly centered in the big front lawn. When we bought the house it was short enough for me to reach the top on a 6 ft ladder and I would decorate it with Christmas lights. Eventually I needed an expandable painting pole Phil fashioned for me with a hook. As the tree was growing so was my family along with the house. Finally the tree was too tall; I was too old, so I gave up the lights.
Now it is dead, cut down before its time. I may never know why it was cut down. It is none of my business. And I must accept the things I can not change. I am left to mourn my beloved husband and my beloved tree and pray to accept that they will never see another Christmas.
This May I planted a trumpet vine and a little angel statue outside my window at my new house, my widow's walk. On Father's Day I will bury Phil's remaining ashes on that spot to mix with my tears and I hope to see that vine thrive and bloom and bring me happiness.
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Reply #1 05/27/08 12:54pm
The physical remains of Phil and your tree are gone. Your memories will be forever. Your children and their children will live on your tree will go back to the earth from where it came. We all will die. Its how we live our lives that count for something. I know you choose life, if not for yourself now, but for those who love and need you. We still have those golden years to look forward to. We are already peeking at them. And your looking forward to your vine that will thrive and bloom with happiness, cause your here. Luv, Ree -
Reply #2 05/27/08 6:21pm
Hugs, I know how hard it is to lose a loved one. -
Reply #3 05/29/08 3:41am
(((hugs)))
i think your vine will thrive and bloom.what a loving tribute for your phil.i am sorry for your loss of phil,and your tree...
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