"Deck the Halls" one last time.................Aunt Be   Author:  30747  Category:(Discussion) Created:(12/7/2001 5:50:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (492 times) In true Martha Stewart fashion, I am about to finally decorate my house for the holiday season. This is the last Christmas I'll be spending in this house that I grew up in as we are selling it this spring. I can't begin to count the times I moved in and moved out..in and out. *smiles* When my marriage broke up after 10 years, this is where I came to get myself together. Back home to mom and dad. When I got pregnant and on the verge of losing my 6th baby...I came home to mom and dad. When I decided to go back to college and still had to work 2 jobs to support myself and my son...I came home to mom and dad. And finally when my brothers kids needed a home and my apartment wasn't big enough...I came home...to just mom this time. Dad passed away a few years ago. But dad is still here somewhere making sure the roof don't leak or the water don't freeze in the winter. I wish dad would shovel the snow too. :( Dad passed away two weeks before before Christmas in 1997. I graduated college just in time for him to be there and see me get my degree. The day before he died, dad and I had an arguement. Dad wanted a real tree that year because it had been many years that we had an artificial one. I didn't want the bother and said "maybe next year". I knew that he would of loved to have had one like we did when we were kids. The smell of pine smacking you in the nose when you walked in the house, *sigh* but he was sick and I didn't want it to bother him. Dad was very much in the Christmas spirit that year and he had gone Christmas shopping the day before he died and when I came home from work I'll never forget his excitement and joy showing me what he had bought my 6 year old son...an electric guitar. LOL that was dad. Well, dad and I made up for the Christmas tree arguement but I haven't been abel to look at a real pine in the past 3 seasons. Now it's the last Christmas here..in the house that he built. The house he raised 7 kids, played baseball in the back yard, built a basketball court, mowed the lawn in the summers with care and love, shoveled snow from the roof and threw snow balls at us kids with a wicked advantage. Dad passed away in his sleep in this house full of the Christmas spirit. Yeah it's sad but ya wanna know what? I'm putting up a real tree this year. I'm hanging the lights outside one last time. I'm putting out dads Christmas village and hanging dads stocking. I wasn't much in the spirit for Christmas this year but...I'm gonna do it one last time for dad. For all the Chirstmases he spent hiding 7 kids worth of presents in the oddesst places that I could never find. For all the Christmases he convinced us that Santa was just outside and wouldn't come down the chimney unless we went to sleep NOW. lol For the Christmas that things were real hard for us and I saw my dad cry because his buddies came by Christmas eve with all kinds of presents that dad couldn't afford for us. For the Chirstmas I got my own electic guitar that I wanted soooo bad and thought I would never get. Merry Chirstmas Dad. I know this post is a little depressing but there's a reason for it. I've seen so much argueing and bad feelings lately here and other places that I want you all to stop and think about what is important and what you do have. My dad is gone but I've got umpteenth family members coming to say good bye to the old place and I'm looking forward to moving on and I know that no matter where I go...Dad goes with me. I guess there really is not discussion. *hugs* You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  30747 ( Click here ) Spring is coming