Grandpa was allergic to pine, so instead of Christmas trees, my grandma collected ceramic Christmas houses. She eventually collected quite a village's worth of houses and other village buildings and each Christmas, the village would overtake her living room. When she passed away this April, mom divided up the houses among the grandkids. The houses came home with us and sat in the bottom of my closet until today. December has been quickly spiraling around me and the kidlets have complained vigorously about my decoration delinquency this year, so today, I forged ahead and got everything unpacked and placed--even the cumbersome Christmas tree (7' to my 5'4" self and DH is out of town), except those two white boxes.
The minute I opened the boxes it was all over. Grandma must really be gone if I have her houses. Funny how grief sneaks up on you in the strangest places. Funnier still how I placed pretty much everything in my house just like I did last year and there was a place just waiting for these two Christmas houses, just waiting for Grandma to take her place in my home. And so I sat on the couch with only the little ceramic windows to light up my Christmas milk (egg nog) and cookies. Missing Grandma, really missing Grandma.
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So sweet, Angie! I love having a little bit of Grandma in my house for the holidays. :)
Yea I almost didn't get mine out either. Not sure if I was ready for that one. Maybe next year. Slowly it came together and mine are now up and they seem to fit right in with the other decorations.
Awww, Angie. Such a sweet post. You're right - - grief can be triggered at the most unexpected times. I'm sorry you are missing your grandma. I always feel that way about my grandpa this time each year. {hugs}
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