I admit it: I’m a softie for men who share their feelings.
Hubbs does it easily, my Dad, loving and kind, showed it in the tender way he cared for us and all living things.
When a man shares his thoughts openly, there’s a certain level of trust that’s required, paired with the confidence of knowing that sharing their most heartfelt thoughts is possible… and not punishable.
My Iowa blogging friend, Rich Ripley, is a such a man.
His posts are usually crafted with a healthy dose of humor, but every so often, he lets himself go there.
He goes where most rarely will. He goes deep.
This post, about holidays and loneliness and the true meaning of Christmas, is one of those posts. Read on….
I distinctly remember Christmas Eve that night. I watched the dinner time news (all the talk was of Christmas events…go figure). The TV shows were (surprise) Christmas shows. I turned the TV off, and took a look outside my apartment window and saw….multicolored Christmas lights glistening off of a blanket of new fallen snow (no lying…north-central Iowa gets snow early and often).
I heard church bells ringing as Christmas Eve services started and ended.
It was awful. I was so alone. I went to bed early…I couldn’t take the depressing heaviness on my heart any longer. Dear God…so alone and sad. Thankfully…I fell asleep quickly.