
We are getting ready for our annual family Christmas get-together, this evening.
My husband's family, eleven brothers and sisters and all of their extended families, husbands, wives, children and grandchildren, it's quite a clan.
The first year we gathered at Christmas after moma Moline had passed away, it was more like a going
through the actions state of affair. We carried on traditions, bringing our favorite time- tested recipes, exchanged gifts, talked endlessly about our younger more carefree days, and laughed about the now aches and pains of baby-boomers years.
It's a joyous time, a time to catch up on our busy lives, oftentimes the only opportunity we are gathered as a whole family.
There is still an empty presence, moma not sitting at the kitchen table, sharing in all the laughter and conversation, with that look of contentment on her face.
The one that only a mother surrounded by her children in the family bosom, can exude.
I'll be carrying along one of moma's favorite Blue Willow bowls, filled with fruit salad, and although not physically present, her spirit will be amongst us at that kitchen table.