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Grieving Through the Holidays:  You Can't Stop Christmas From Coming

11/26/2014

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It looks to me like Dad is only about halfway through with this tree.

My father was Christmas.  I was in the first grade when I realized not everyone had a Christmas tree approximately half the size of the living room.   He was a cute smart red-haired boy and he said his tree was three feet high.  I was flabbergasted and I felt sorry for him.  How could you possibly have a tree smaller than half the size of a living room?  That was when I realized not everyone had as wonderful and as beautiful a tree as I had at home.  Not everyone had a full art installation every year in the form of a tree.  It took us about a week to finish the tree.  It took one evening to drag the tree in, have dad cut off the bottom and top so we had the fullest part of the tree and set it in the living room.  We took a day to do the lights and Mom would always say that it was so beautiful just the way it was.  Then the following days we would unwrap the ornaments and tell stories about the ones we loved best.  Dad would always have a few new ones.   He always put the wedding cake topper in the tree because he said it brought good luck. If we had a tree decorating party, people would sit down after an hour saying they could not find a place to put another ornament, but we could keep going for hours more. Then we would put on the tinsel.  Dad never could deal with the metal icicles, so we put hundreds of plastic icicles on for a finish.  All the while, we had German Christmas Carols playing.  Christmas was so central to who my father was.  It was a horror that first year without him.

My dad died in June.   That gave me six months to make a plan on how I would handle Christmas, or at least get my head around putting up a tree.  You might think that was a long enough time, but Christmas was all about Dad.  December came and I made no moves to decorate anything.  On December 21, my husband took me aside and said, “You have two small boys.  You have to put up a tree.  Honey, you can’t stop Christmas from coming.  I know you see your dad in everything, but you have to put up a tree.”  So, I put up my small, three-foot tree.  If anyone can make a three foot tree look like a jewel, it would be my father’s daughter.  I even put up a wreath that I purchased the year before  because I thought Dad would love it.  I cried a lot, but I put up the tree.

Every year is hard, but every year is made easier.  We put up at least one tree.  Sometimes we put up two.  I “take Dad with me” when I go into Christmas section of stores.  Mind you, I know in my bones that I have no business purchasing one more ornament or decoration. I don’t think my boys could justify any such purchases.  I put up the tree with my boys now.  I see that they love the tree too. I love passing the love of the tree and Christmas on to my boys.  The pain does not miraculously go away – I cry every year.  Sometimes with all the festivities around me it has felt incongruous with my feelings, but I have found a way to take my grief with me through the holidays.  I celebrate the feast days, and in my family we have quite a few, by making the celebration the way we would like while still remembering Dad. This year, we are using dad’s big tree.  It hasn’t been used in seven years and I think I can handle it this year.   The basement is still filled with his ornaments and one day, my sister and I will have to open those boxes up and deal with the memories these bring to us.  I’m hoping we get to it in the next year.   It’s not a perfect process, but one we can live with.  Grief is a process and we are never really done with it.  My sister says grief is like an unwanted roommate that just won’t go away. 


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This is an image of my tree. I put our wedding cake topper in our tree too. My tree is mostly made up of rejects of my father's tree and a few of my own collected ornaments.
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Stephanie Jarkins
11/26/2014 03:45:36 am

So true -- grief and the holidays come hand-in-hand. But continuing the memory and stories are essential. May Fr. David's memory be eternal.

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Mary Riley
11/28/2014 01:12:34 am

I remember those trees, especially the St Nicholas tree (I was fascinated by that one). Beautiful story you wrote - and may your father's memory be eternal!

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    Caroline Vuyadinov


    I graduated from St. Vladamir's Orthodox Theological Seminary in Crestwood, New York with a Master of Divinity.  I trained as a chaplain following graduation and worked with a wide variety of people. 

    When I moved to Canada, I began work in a women's halfway house in Hamilton, Ontario which worked with women in conflict with the law on a federal level.  I became the program manager and  loved working alongside the women, creating their plans for their reintegration back to the community.  I also worked as a liaison with the parole board, parole officers and other community service providers.

    Upon my return to the United States, I worked in the Death Care Industry as a Family Service Counselor, which lead me to become a green burial advocate. I co-founded Midwest Green Burial Society with Juliann Salinas. I speak  to community groups and have developed practical seminars for a variety of audiences.  I have been interviewed on a national podcast and was featured on a WGN spot dealing with green burial. 

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