My Mother, God rest her sweet soul, had wished for a White Christmas ever since I can remember. She was like a child at Christmas she always made it so special for us. She would play the song White Christmas until she really wore the 45 out eventually. She would listen to all of the weather people and say it might really snow this Christmas and we would say yeah Mom, sure. If there was as much as a flurry she would run in flung back the drapes as we called them then and say look snow it is snowing, I bet it will stick it’s cold enough. At Christmas, it was hard to know who the bigger kid was us or her. She kept us laughing and we just appeased her with her dreaming of a White Christmas only once in the history here in Alabama in the weather record books did it snow at Christmas and a big snow to about 5 inches and for Alabama that was a lot.
Thant snow came December 25, 2010, just 2 months and one day of my Mother’s death. I remember waking up to that snow and dropping to my knees and weeping. In all my grief over the loss of her, she in my heart had let me know she was home and ok. To some of you I know what your thinking ok, but allow me to have that. When we lose someone we love so much and our lives here change forever we need that heartfelt feeling that in some way they are letting us know if anything their guardian Angels are letting us know all is well and we can try yo move forward with a softer heart. Either way, I am thankful for that one and only snow recorded in History it let me know that love lives on even after death. What do you think, any stories of your own you want to share in the comment section, it’s the season let’s share.