We always do Christmas of some sort with Rose, Jeff,and their family. We decided a long time ago that since none of us have much family in the area, we'd be family to each other. That's worked out well. Choosing one's family is most always a fortunate opportunity to make some improvements. Or in my case, to even HAVE some family at all. Rose and I have known each other since we were eighteen-year-old college freshmen and we even found out that we have a family relationship, tenuous but genuine. I won't glaze anyone's eyes over by going into the details but finding your chosen family really IS family--now, that's pretty cool.
After lunch we had gift opening back at La Casa de Heitman, and got to enjoy the Heitman menagerie, which currently consists of two lovely doggies, Morgun and Duncan.
A quiet New Year's Eve calls for a bit of introspection. Tonight my mind is on the three old friends I lost in the space of four weeks in March of 2005. I'm remembering holiday seasons when they were a vital part of my life--back when everything was light and cheery and we didn't know that someday Christmastime would come with baggage of times and people lost forever. Perspectives get altered when death starts to take friends in my own age bracket. I'm thinking tonight about my own good fortune being healthy and content in my life and I'm sending good thoughts along to others who are remembering Maribeth, Jerry, and Kathy tonight, and to other absent friends too.