No I am not hinting for candy, flowers or cards, nor do I expect them. However Patricia Day’s blog today is so wise that I wanted to share it with you. Valentines Day is such a couple’s thing that it excludes everyone else. We all know someone who is missing someone, even if it is because they haven’t found them yet.
Valentine’s Day fast approaches. Some will enjoy the day, while others will find it challenging because their loved one is gone.
Whether through death or by separation, Valentine’s Day hits hard, as many realize they are alone. They no longer have that special person in their lives.
Perhaps, like me, you know someone who, very likely, will live through Valentine’s Day with dread and despair.
Let them know that you care. It does not have to be a large elaborate card or gift; sometimes just a hug, a message or your time will suffice. Knowing that another person cares can make all the difference in the world. Loneliness does not have to feel as if you are completely alone.
Show them that you care and reach out to them on Thursday.
As you might expect, Valentine’s Day is not everyone’s favorite holiday. This, my first year without Ron loomed ahead as insurmountable.
Then Diane suggested we spend the evening together. Barb offered to cook us a ‘simple’ dinner at her home. So we ‘aloners’ gathered together for spectacular food, endearing memories, hysterical laughter and deepening friendships.
We even gave ourselves a name, The Annabells. This stems from Anna who worshipped in the temple after her husband passed and from our intention to live our lives with joy.
And I want to thank others who cared enough to send Valentine hugs, cards and kind wishes my way.
Yes, Valentine’s Day was different this year; but friends and loved ones made it good just the same…
As long as I can remember, my Granny kept a heart-shaped candy box on her dresser. It was so faded and worn that its artificial flowers dropped bits of silk every time I dusted the box.
I couldn’t understand why she would keep such an eye sore. The candy was long gone from its middle. It was ragged and dirty.It looked ancient.
One day, Granny opened it in my presence. It held nothing but one faded letter. It too was shabby and faded. She fingered it gently and then carefully closed the box.
To this day, I don’t know what was on that paper. I do know that it fed Granny’s heart memories in some way.
I often wonder about its contents. Was it a love letter from Gramps, a war time note from a long-lost love, or even some small keep sake from her mom, who died when Gran was a child?
I’ll never know. But I do know this. That Valentines don’t have to be fresh, expensive, chocolate or even just for couples. Valentines are for the heart…because the heart always remembers love.
Brenda J Wood