Do you ever have moments of melancholy during the holiday season? I’m not talking about despair over a recent loss. I mean at any time during a regular season that’s going well and as planned. Do you ever get just a split second of sadness? This is probably more common for women, but maybe men sometimes get this, too?
I’m enjoying the holidays as much now as I did when I was a kid, but there are those moments . . .
What moments am I talking about?
It’s when the memory of someone who has long passed comes to mind. For example, simply opening up the boxes of Christmas decorations to put out.
Several of my Christmas pieces were my grandma’s. The pictures throughout this blog are decorations she made herself, and I have so many more. To choose one from the box and hold it in my hands is a time machine trigger. Her house was always decked-out with sparkly trinkets, not to mention all the cooking and baking she used to do.
As I wrote in my memoir anthology, I was a blessed child to grow up with my grandparents nearby. The memories of Christmas’s with them are plenty and heartwarming. Is there ever an age where I won’t miss them? When I turn eighty years old, I’ll still long for their presence at the holiday table.
My mom usually hosted Thanksgiving at our house.
Christmas Eve, we went to my maternal grandma’s. As an Italian-Catholic, grandma didn’t cook any meat on this holiday. Still we left there full and satisfied. Have you ever heard of Pasta Puttanesca? Sauce made without meat. I won’t tell you how the sauce is made, because you might think it sounds awful, but it’s actually quite tasty (it’s searchable). If I liked it as a kid, then it had to be good. The translation of this dish is, Whore’s Pasta (Right? It’s a peasant’s pasta).
Christmas Day was at my paternal grandma’s house where I was always excited to spend time with my favorite cousins. Plenty of meat was served at Nana’s. Maybe some day I’ll share her recipe for fried pork tenderloin. She didn’t put out as many decorations, but boy did we laugh at those gatherings.
All four of my grandparents were friends and came to each others’ homes for gatherings like these and more. In fact, they even went on a vacation or two together.
So yes, I think a touch of melancholy sometimes occurs with thoughts of those spirits beyond. Still, I’m grateful for those still here and look forward to the holidays with them.
Since this post was first drafted, we had a little problem occur in our household. Max, our sweet dog, has some serious health issues. Please send some good thoughts (and/or prayers) his way. Thank you.
The coming two weeks will be filled with activity, so I may not be around the blogging world as much. My warmest wishes to my blogging friends and anyone else who reads this.
Blessings and peace to all.
What, if anything, triggers a melancholy moment for you?