Before they came, I put a decoration on the front door. It was simple, just a couple of branches and some of our old, but favorite tree ornaments. One of them is the dove that my sister sent as the Christmas card from her, her husband and her daughter Kris years and years ago. I've always liked it, and place it somewhere in the house during the holiday season.
Laurie died 10 years ago suddenly just a few days after her 56th birthday. I've been thinking of her a lot lately, since Elin had a chance to catch up with Kris when she was on the West Coast last month. How very sad that Laurie didn't live to see her grandchildren. What I'd give to be able to sit down with her and discuss how marvelous they are.
So I suppose that was on my mind when I put the dove on the branch and hung it on the door, and maybe even why I decided to take a picture of the decoration. It was snowing and the camera apparently thought it was too dark, because subsequent snaps all tripped the flash. This first one, though, shows the dove flying bravely, and in these sad days I'd like to think it's a hint at what we ought to be doing.
The question is: hint from whom? Our better nature, if nothing else.
No comments:
Post a Comment