• advent journal: snowed in

    by  • December 22, 2013 • advent journal, family, grief, poetry • 7 Comments

    The first time you

    came to Boston

    it was so cold;

    the wind bit us

    at the bus stop.

    You pulled me

    close and asked, “Am

    I still wearing pants?”

    then you laughed.


    When you first

    came to Durham —

    our first Christmas

    in our new home —

    we were snowed in.

    You looked out and said,

    “I’ve never had

    a white Christmas”

    and you smiled.


    Tomorrow will be

    in the sixties when

    we pick Mom up

    at the airport:

    no snow; no you.

    We’ll smile and say,

    “Now let me tell

    you something . . .”

    and miss you.


    As our house fills

    up with empty

    chairs, I don’t

    know how to

    prepare for absence.

    I am snowed in

    by sorrow, grateful

    for those who keep

    digging me out.





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    7 Responses to advent journal: snowed in

    1. kathy Beasley
      December 22, 2013 at 9:42 pm

      Peace. Miltin Sr. smiles on yiu…I have no doubt.

    2. Shari Farlee
      December 22, 2013 at 11:21 pm

      Why do we Christians think there is some kind of lead barrier between us and our departed loved ones?? And a similar one with God if we insist in keeping our lives separate from our faith. Hush, and in your grief allow the comfort to flow in like the warmth from a beloved’s fireplace. Your father is waiting in that space to comfort you.

      • December 23, 2013 at 7:31 am

        Thanks, Shari.

        I have come to understand more about grief being “a thin place” where my faith if more palpable and my father very present. I don’t think of him as separate; he is, however, absent in the ways I once knew him. I find comfort in the old hymn: “earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.” Merry Christmas.


    3. December 23, 2013 at 11:11 am

      Milton, I understand and I trust the truth of God’s love will be comfort during the time of grieving and celebrating you must do.

      • December 23, 2013 at 2:08 pm

        Thanks, Ragan

        You have been a wonderful traveling companion through this season.


    4. David R
      December 23, 2013 at 2:49 pm

      I didn’t always get to spend Christmas with my brother, Dan, since he often volunteered to staff the ER on holidays to give others a chance to spend them with their loved ones. I was always glad to know I shared a world with someone so generous and loving. This will be the first time since 1957 that i will have been in a world where he is just a loving memory. I, too, am feeling thin places where faith has to take over from certainty. Knowing of others who also walk this dark path is helpful. Thank you.

      • December 23, 2013 at 10:38 pm


        I will hold you in my prayers this Christmas.


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