IHOP Girl: A Sad Christmas...

Friday, December 23, 2005

A Sad Christmas...

As you all know, one of the parental guidences has fallen ill with a nasty case of Bronchitis, while the other guidence has broken one of his molers. How fun is that! Ahh, thus Christmas will be a sad affair this year, as the parents probably won't be coming until the 27th...:-( Se la Ve (no clue on spelling). I guess that this year it really has hit that Christmas must be about Jesus and nothing else. Well, so far plans are still on for Mertle Beach, Yeah!

Jess #1: I have your presentS, (you can't tell me not to get you any) but they won't arrive until after Christmas I'm very sorry!

Note: Remind me to tickle my cousins until they laugh to death....Muahhhhh....

I'm so smart I suprise me...Isn't that a great quote! :-)

Anyway, pray for the mother and father that this little big bug will go away, and so we can enjoy hanging out at the beach...Oh ya, you might throw a prayer or two in for Keith I. that I won't kill him at M.B., but that is mostly irrelavent...;-)

See ya! Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday Jesus!

2 comments:

Jess said...: Wow! I'm gonna be the first to leave a comment for once!!

Jess, I'm so sorry things are not working out the way y'all had planned. WOT, please feel better soon!!! And shlxewsfl, take care of that molar! I'm praying for you both, and for Audrey and Jess to stay healthy. Oh yes, and that Keith I. will evade Jess's clutches and make it through another Chrissie alive! LOL!

Jess, you bad, bad girl! I tell you not to get me anything and what do you do? *tsk, tsk*

Your present won't arrive until after Chrissie too...particularly since your school is closed from today until...oh, I forget when. I saw that on their website when I had to look up the address I should use to send your package. Yes, AGAIN I forgot the address you told me and lost the piece of paper on which I wrote it. Help! I think my frontal lobe is shrinking...or is it that my shrontal lobe is frinking??

Anyway, Jess, you know I love you and am praying for you. Keep safe, keep healthy, and keep your focus on HIM (as you seem to be doing quite well).

Later my dear!!; 8:21 AM
ViNeYaRD WoRSHiP said...: Slewxfl. We lead not exactly parallel lives, but...

The upper right first Molar is scheduled to be crowned for the venerator of vintners on January 3rd (hopefully before the original tooth disintegrates.)

Ah, well Hermie the elf's intellectual offspring (from the favored holiday tale) must needs be kept in business - misfits though they be.

I hope you are all able to enjoy your time togehter without further mishap, ear-ache, cold-snap, snow-flake, lost-voice, tooth-choice, cough-wheeze, sniffle-sneeze, or any other difficulty!

Blessings on you all!
VW; 6:40 AM

Movie Night In...I love a good movie!

Mega Mind
Taking Chance (Will make you cry like a baby)
Charlotte Grey (A bit of a different take on Nazi Germany)
Series - Merlin (I LOVE BBC)
Robin Hood (Okay, a love Russell Crowe, you'll have to understand that about me...)
Kingdom of Heaven (Chuck full of acting power with an epic tale)
Miss Potter (Such a great film! Story of the creator of Peter Rabbit)
How to Train your Dragon (Possibly my favorite animated movie ever...I'm like a little kid, I watch it over and over)
Buck (Sundance winner, Biography of Horse Trainer, heart touching)
Lost in Austin (Modern day spin on Pride and Prej.)

Life as a nurse...

Great words by Reb Jeff: Vayishlach: Facing Death

"Rachel died. She was buried on the road to Ephrat — now called Bethlehem. Jacob set up a pillar above her grave. It is the pillar at Rachel’s grave to this day."–Genesis 35:19-20

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vidui http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiva_(Judaism), and preparing the notifications to the community, feel like little fragments of the sacred. I have been entrusted with the care and tending of the most powerful, complex and difficult emotions that a person can experience in life. I have been made, in some small part, a guardian of the memory of a departed soul — a life that touches upon many other lives.After dropping off my older daughter at her high school this morning, I made a stop at Treasure Coast Hospice http://www.tchospice.org/, a remarkable organization that sets a very high standard for the loving and respectful care of the dying. There, I visited a lovely man whom I have seen a few times in his hospice room. I sat by his bedside and listened to him (in full possession of his faculties) as he told me about his worries about his family, the support of his wife after he is gone, and the future of his children and grandchildren. I was deeply moved by the way he put any concern for himself — even while facing death — in a distant backseat to his concerns for his family. When my own time comes, I can only hope to have his awareness of the way that one life can touch so many others.Also at hospice, I visited a woman I have known for the past two years — a dear soul who is a former Jewish religious school director. I sat with her, too, singing psalms to her as I listened to her heavy and labored breathing. I have no medical training, but I have come to know the sound of a person who is close to death. The body begins to fight for each breath as it slowly looses it grasp on life. As I held her hand and sang, I realized that being a rabbi is no protection against becoming one of the people caught in the web of connection. I, too, am changed by the loss of a life that has touched mine.Later in the day, I met with a couple from our congregation. She had just learned that her brother died yesterday in a car crash. Coming to terms with the loss is made more difficult for her by the fact that she and her brother had not seen each other or spoken in five years. Sometimes, people think it is easier to mourn the death of someone who has moved out of your life. In my experience, though, it's harder. Grief is magnified by wounded love and regret. I have no magic words to say to ease the pain of mourning. All I can do is listen, become a vessel in which people place their stories, and offer compassion.Actually, there is one more thing I can do. I can have faith that "all I can do" is all that I need to do. It is enough.In this week's Torah portion (Vayishlach) Jacob watched Rachel, the love of his life, die in childbirth. He was overcome by grief. Jacob had worked for his cruel uncle Laban for fourteen years to earn the right to marry Rachel. Now she was gone. Because she died while they were traveling, Jacob had to bury her by the side of the road. He built a pillar of stones on the spot to mark the place as sacred.This is what we all do, in one way or another, when death enters our lives. We grieve and our hearts break. We wish that we could continue to walk along the path of life with our loved ones forever, but the dead cannot fully join us. We have to leave something behind in order to resume our own journey. So, what do we do? We mark the moment as sacred. We erect monuments — both in cemeteries and in our hearts. The stones we place on top of stones remind us that a life may end, but its sanctity is forever.The Torah says that the monument Jacob built for his beloved continues to stand until this day. A life that touches the lives of others never ceases to send living reverberations throughout the web that binds us all.