NORMAN — For many, Christmas is a magical time when we are transported back to happy, joyous Christmas celebrations from our past.
Fond memories of our family members gathering around the tree, singing songs, opening gifts and eating wonderful goodies, which you only see at this time of year. This is especially true for me.
My mother loved Christmas above any other holiday. She always had that “child-like” wonder only this season could bring. It is no wonder I love this season so much. My mother was a tremendous role model for me. So, of course, it stands to reason that I, too, would love this time of year.
Sadly, my mother passed away far too soon, and for the first year or two, we all seemed to go through the motions of the season.
We never recaptured that magic that only my mother could bring.
After a while we settled into a new routine to celebrate. However, it was never the same. We all longed for the “glue” that held us all so closely together: my mother.
A few years ago, I was preparing for the Christmas season and was reminded of the spectacular holiday presentations I experience as a child.
I wanted so much to relive those times, and I knew if my mother could guide me, it could happen.
All of a sudden, I started seeing “signs” of my mother everywhere. Occasionally, I would “smell” her perfume in the air, even though I knew that wasn’t possible.
Photos of my mother started turning up in the strangest places. One even “flew” off the shelf from behind a book and landed at my feet.
Some might say these were coincidences, others might believe she was reaching out to me, letting me know she was, in fact, “with me.”