Solitary Existence

It was a great Christmas weekend. Our daughter and son-in-law came up form Portland on Thursday with their cute little15 month old daughter in tow. We enjoyed several meals around the dining room table,  attended Christmas Eve services at our church, opened gifts, watched the  ‘Despicable Me’ dvd, and walked through an amazing light show at the Bellevue Botanical Gardens. It was great for my wife and I to spend these days with “our kids” and grand daughter. It was hard to say good-bye.

And then I drove my wife to the airport where she left to spend a few days with her siblings and parents in Minnesota.

So I find myself all alone on the day after Christmas. Eating the leftovers, getting the laundry washed and folded, and staring at a lit Christmas tree with now unwrapped gifts underneath. I watched some TV and did a lot of reading. And I wondered if this is it what it’s like for the numerous people in our neighborhoods and who live alone. Perhaps some have always been single while others were once married but through either death or divorce find themselves living a solitary existence. It’s not much fun to walk through a house that was filled with laughter and activity just a few hours ago. I imagine that the silence gets pretty overwhelming when those hours stretch into months.

I’ll go to work Monday and have three pretty busy days before my wife returns. I have plenty to read (working my way through the 1,000 page Truman biography), I have a sermon to write for Sunday, and there are always NCIS reruns on somewhere! But if you have a friend or a relative who spends every day alone, let me encourage you to take some time out of your busy schedule to give them a call or drop by for a few minutes – particularly after a significant holiday like Christmas.

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