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January 2007

Touching Nostalgia
January 1, 2007

The end of the year is a reflective period in the lives of many. Some see it as a time to re-organise their lives, do things they want or need to do and make changes. Others reminisce about things or people that were.

The empty stocking that hangs above the fireplace each Christmas eve. Used twice by its owner but hung up each year by the family as a reminder of what was and what could have been.

A picture of a young man hangs on a bedroom wall. His face so full of eagerness for the future, reflecting hopes and dreams for him and his young family. A memory frozen in time, never to age past 28, never to celebrate the milestones of his children or hold a grandchild.

A comfortable sofa in the corner. For years a greying lady occupying it, growing older each Christmas, a matriarch, now dethroned.

The stained glass terrarium, a gift from an artistic, devil-may-care young lady, its glass reflecting the hope of so many. The return of one vanished without a trace.

The unlit pipe, its smell long gone, as the dogs are, who sneezed at the clouds of smoke billowing from the beloved old man who puffed at it all day.

The painting of an intrepid parachutist, his safety net dancing in bright colours above his head. The painting, once a happy sight serves as a reminder of the painter who now colours the heavens and the dreams of his loved ones. The parachutist, taking his final youthful leap into infinity, joining his father in the world with all the others.

A card bearing the name of a young man whose body lingers on but his soul waits to rest forever.


MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM HEAVEN

I still hear the songs
I still see the lights
I still feel your love
on cold wintry nights

I still share your hopes
and all of your cares
I'll even remind you
to please say your prayers

I just want to tell you
you still make me proud
You stand head and shoulders
above all the crowd

Keep trying each moment
to stay in His grace
I came here before you
to help set your place

To my family and friends
please be thankful today
I'm still close beside you
In a new special way

I love you all dearly
now don't shed a tear
Cause I'm spending my
Christmas in heaven this year

Copyright 1990 John Wm. Mooney. Jr.
Nothing Risque` ...... Nothing Gained
by Licentious
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