Cajungal
Staff member
Some of you might remember a post about my godparents' anniversary being on December 18th. Their kids created this family tradition in their memory: Share Their Smile Day.
I know everyone is busy for the holidays, but I just wanted to remind everyone of this. I'm not sure what I plan to do yet, but I want to make it good for the first year of this tradition. If you feel moved to do something nice for someone else tomorrow--even if it's in the memory of someone you didn't really know, it would really make me happy. I'll report back tomorrow about what I figured out. I hope that this tradition will make me feel more giving all year 'round.
Let me tell you a little bit about both of them at least:
My Aunt Karen was a very kind Catholic lady. She had a beautiful garden that she loved and was very talented at cross stitch. She gave them out as gifts all the time. She made the best red velvet cake I've ever had. She called me "angel" and never let my stupid teenage cynicism get to her. She knew I still had a soft heart underneath, and she never let me forget about it.
Uncle Greg loved his family and his grandchildren more than anything. He could make us all laugh and was a great tennis player. He suffered a huge amount of guilt when my aunt died, because they had been separated. When he died, my cousins tell me he looked up at them with a smile that reflected a kind of clarity and peace that they hadn't seen in a long time.
Thanks for letting me say this, everyone.
Merry Christmas.
I know everyone is busy for the holidays, but I just wanted to remind everyone of this. I'm not sure what I plan to do yet, but I want to make it good for the first year of this tradition. If you feel moved to do something nice for someone else tomorrow--even if it's in the memory of someone you didn't really know, it would really make me happy. I'll report back tomorrow about what I figured out. I hope that this tradition will make me feel more giving all year 'round.
Let me tell you a little bit about both of them at least:
My Aunt Karen was a very kind Catholic lady. She had a beautiful garden that she loved and was very talented at cross stitch. She gave them out as gifts all the time. She made the best red velvet cake I've ever had. She called me "angel" and never let my stupid teenage cynicism get to her. She knew I still had a soft heart underneath, and she never let me forget about it.
Uncle Greg loved his family and his grandchildren more than anything. He could make us all laugh and was a great tennis player. He suffered a huge amount of guilt when my aunt died, because they had been separated. When he died, my cousins tell me he looked up at them with a smile that reflected a kind of clarity and peace that they hadn't seen in a long time.
Thanks for letting me say this, everyone.
Merry Christmas.
