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Sorting Through Christmas

12/13/2017

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Dad's final Silver Tree
My father died June 29, 2008.  When I look at the calendar I know we have been living without him for almost ten years. In my heart it still feels like yesterday and that is probably why it has taken my sister and me almost ten years to begin to sort through Dad’s Christmas tree stuff. Many of you who read this blog probably anticipate a tree and dad story this time of year - this is it.  The first year after my dad’s death, my husband told me I could not stop Christmas from coming by not putting up a tree. That year I put up a small elegant tree with my sliver ornaments.  It took me twenty minutes to put up.  Each year I struggle with the tree.  I love the tree.  I love the lights, and the juxtaposition of ornaments.  My sister and I were trained from a young age on how to arrange ornaments so that they would have the biggest impact on the viewer.  We make beautiful trees – stunning trees.  When we were young people would come over just to look at the trees.  People would try to photograph them, but they could not be photographed. The whole tree had to be digested. They had to be experienced.   

Just before Thanksgiving, I realized just how long it had been since anyone had seen his little tree.  My youngest son who is now eleven was only eighteen months old when my father died.  He has no memories of any of Dad’s trees. That thought shook me.  We had all of his stuff exactly where he left it, and we just did not want to sort through the many boxes.   I knew this could not go on.  We had to sort through at least his small tree this year. I would put up my portion of the tree this year.  (Mind you, a fraction of any tree my father had would be more than enough.  Dad gave up some of the ornaments he did not use anymore a few years before he died, and rest assured, those make a fine tree.)  I asked my sister if she would come over and sort through them.  It took us two Saturdays to sort through and divide.  Each piece held, discussed and place to one side or the other.  Each piece was more beautiful than the last.  Each piece held so many memories.   I began to wonder what fueled this energy to create these Christmas trees. I can speculate, but I would only be speculating.

When all the pieces were sorted, the weight of the process hit me.  Why had we waited?  Part of me thinks that perhaps we waited because we did not really want to look too long at his absence.  We had moved on with our own trees, and our own celebrations, and we did not want to go through his stuff.  Maybe we hoped he would come walking through the door again and pick up where he had left off. Probably we waited because we knew sorting through his things would bring us pain. Who likes to walk knowingly into a situation you are sure will cause you pain?  This Christmas, when the tree goes up, it will look so beautiful, but in my heart I will be missing my daddy.  I would love to have him telling stories and laughing that big laugh of his.  Things can rem
ind us of our love ones, but they can never come close to filling the space they leave in our lives once they are gone.  
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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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