Aw, Elvis. When he took the microphone in his hands, caressing it ever so slightly as he belted out “Blue Christmas,” I imagine zillions of women offering to brighten up his holiday.
This year at Christmas will mark my third away from home. Home being Georgia and where my parents and my friends are – where my comfort zone is. In fact, I have been home to Georgia since I left in April 2013. Time, job, location, finances, transportation, etc … has not allowed me to be home. Most people would think that was crazy. But sometimes, you just have to do what you do.
My parents are in their 80s. We talk on the phone maybe two to three times a day. We email. We Facebook. We facetimed. My aunt and I talk on the phone once or twice a week. I facebook friends in Georgia or text them. So, the connection is not lacking. i do miss their touch, hearing their voices in the next room and being able to saunter downtown to catch up on all the gossip. My mom and dad are reading this, and I don’t want my mom to think there is a problem or to worry. This year, it seems like I am the most homesick, if you can call it that. Don’t feel sorry for me. This will pass.
As my dad would say, it is just a part of life. Yeah, he is right. Life wasn’t promised to be easy, and life wasn’t promised to be full of Christmases that would be bright and cheery either.
Anyway, back to the point of the rambling blog – as much as I love Elvis and his music, this song is not my favorite.
Not because it is a sad song, but because it speaks the truth. It is full of melancholy, heartbreak and just plain ole’ sad music.
For the last few weeks, that is what I have been feeling – that is until I received the most AMAZING, ironic and simple surprise on my door on December 11, 2016
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