One of my holiday highlights is making family phone calls. Since my immediate family is spread out, that means a call to my sister in South Dakota, my brother at his job in Alaska, my brother who’s at home in Anchorage and my parents in Anchorage. A couple hours later, I’m done. fully informed, and feeling the family love.
Yesterday I realized this is normal. Not being “home” with my immediate family for holidays. I haven’t been home with them for Easter since I was 18. Haven’t celebrated Christmas morning in the flesh in 3 years. The family traditions of rising early to go with Dad to the sunrise service and briefly seeing my easter basket already out are long gone. Hunting for eggs in the snowy backyard is past. Holding hands and sharing blessings on Thanksgiving Day hasn’t happened for 9 years.