Many of us travel for Christmas. For the last several years, I have made the five-hour drive to my daughter’s place to be with her, my son-in-law, and my granddaughters. Every other year, her sister and my other son-in-law join us — as we share them with his lovely family.
In The Before Times, I would often opt to fly. Instead of a five-hour drive, it was a thirty-nine-minute flight. They didn’t even have time to serve you a proper drink selection. You got two choices — water or juice. Truthfully, it took me longer to walk from my destination gate through the airport — often on some kind of transport — to at long last arrive at the main terminal and the out of doors.
But this year, I’ll be driving. Without gas or rest area stops. I’ll get into my car in North Carolina and finally get out of it when I’m parked in her driveway. Because the best gift I can bring to this Christmas is my health and safety.
This year was “Our Year” for her sister to join us. But they won’t be coming. As I’m sure many of you are missing Humans you love, I will be missing 1/2 of my children, 2/7ths of my family. I could dwell on the disappointment and rage at 2020 for its cruelty.
I could But that’s not what I’m going to do. Not at all.
I will be thankful for Apple and FaceTime technology which will allow our missing family members to join us virtually as they watch their nieces tear into Christmas morning.
I will be thankful that all the members of my family who contracted COVID this year are still here. Recovered and recovering. I will focus on the fact that they likely still have immunity going into winter.
I will stay home. Right up until it’s time for me to get in my car to head north. Because hospitals are filling up fast. I will drive with more caution and vigilance. Because hospitals are filling up fast. I will do everything in my power to stay safe and healthy. Because hospitals are filling up fast.
So while I am still able to visit my family this Christmas, 2020 has a different vibe than Christmas Past for me and mine. We may suffer some inconveniences but more important lessons take center stage this year.
We are alive. We are healing. We are loved.