December and the holidays are a mixed bag for me. I have wonderful memories of Christmas past and present, traditions kept, the carols, love the carols and memories of going caroling as a child, the frozen fingers and toes and the hot chocolate after. December is also filled with deeply personal losses that haunt me every year, and some years, I fall down the rabbit hole of loss.
I still love Christmas though, nothing can take away that day for me, it’s finding the balance between the good and the hard and giving each their time in my heart. All in all, this Christmas was another good one and that makes me happy.
Yesterday, I distracted myself with dad’s family tree, and specifically, his Irish grandmother and her line. Frustration ensued trying to find any trace of her family immigrating to America before the Revolutionary War. It was a good distraction and kept me from falling down a personal rabbit hole due to the date. Today, I’m heading back to the 1700’s and will try my luck once again to find a specific Ryan in the 1700’s in Ireland.
Note to future parents: give your child a unique name so their descendants can find them in 300 years or so.
“The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence; the past is a place of learning, not a place of living.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart