Christmas at the Cemetery

The Christmas season is such a happy, spiritual time of year. It is filled with shopping for loved ones; many parties with family and friends; traditions; and of course the most important part, remembering the birth of our Savior. As we experience these special times, grief seems to peak for me. It is a time when I am especially sensitive to the loss of my husband. I have a difficult time keeping my emotions in check.

This year I began a new tradition at the cemetery. We set up a wreath at Steve's grave-site to honor him. Each child brought an ornament that in someway reminded him/her of their dad and hung it on the wreath. Some were ordinary ornaments with simple meanings, others were more complex, with profound messages. Whether simple or complex, each was unique and special to the individual.

I have posted this poem before, but always love to be reminded of it at Christmastime.

I'm Spending Christmas in Heaven This Year

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below

With tiny light, like heaven's stars reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away a tear

For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear

But earthly music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.

I know how much you miss me, for I feel your breaking heart...

But through your memories so dear, we're never far apart.

I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place

Can you just imagine Christmas with our Savior face-to-face?

I'll ask Him to light your spirit as I tell Him of your love

So then pray for one another as you life your eyes above..

Please let your heart be joyful & let your spirits sing

For I'm spending Christmas in heaven, & I'm walking with our King.