Yes, I am writing on Christmas Eve. It was not my intention but I will write nonetheless. I just got home from a wonderful dinner with two of my boys, Sky and Caleb. We are the three singles or the three amigos, basically the three unmarrieds here in So Cal. We kind of have a new tradition since my husband passed and that is for Christmas Eve we head over to Citrus City Grill, enjoy wine and dinner along with stimulating conversation with each other. You can only imagine with these young men…
Well, it has been a busy year for all of us. Sky is now living in New York on Wall Street and Caleb is in the police academy just about half way through, and I am personally working on two businesses. This past month our family home sold pretty quickly and I am now living in Old Town Orange. I just came off of a busy holiday season for the company I started a little over a year ago and finally finished my personal shopping today. I have not ridden my bike for a week or so, and am experiencing withdrawals but this is not what I want to talk about.
When my husband passed away, I would say the most difficult time for me was Christmas. I was just telling my boys during dinner tonight I had some teary moments because Eric and I always enjoyed holiday shopping. We would enjoy dinner and a glass of wine then shop and stop then start over again the next day or next available day. To be completely transparent, most days I am ok but once in a while memories hit me.
Well, what I want to write about is that someone, every year during the holidays and off days will leave an envelope full of money in my mailbox. Just my first name will be on the envelope.To this mysterious person or people, thank you! Those gifts were and are so incredible. When I give to someone I think, did I give enough, was I thankful, not what will get back but did I give.
This mysterious person or family blesses me so much I don’t know what to say. I am almost embarrassed. Just today the new family that moved into my old house on Ruth Place, the wife, sent me an email saying there were letters for me and a package so that I could go pick them up. I told her, I hate to say this but once in a while someone leaves an envelope full of cash, they put my name on it but that don’t be surprised if it happens again.
I went and picked up the packages because I was still waiting for gifts I ordered for my grandchildren that were coming in.
Then I went to dinner with my boys….I came home and there in front of my room was an envelope with the initial M on it. I started to cry. Who is it? I don’t know. One of my sons said, there are probably many church ladies who have driven by your new home mom and know where you are. FYI, not too many know my new address. But to whoever your are….thank you for your generosity, for your kindness to me and for your faithfulness to a widow. And for others of you who know someone like me, bless those around you. Give water to your lawn guys, give gifts to your house cleaners, thank your bosses, thank your employees and be a blessing to widows because the feeling of those receiving goes beyond what you can imagine.