I was serving as Interim Pastor at the First Baptist Church in Billings, MT, and the Choir Director and Organist were producing a Christmas play of sorts with the members of the Children's Choir. That was in December 1999. I was playing Santa Claus. What else is Santa to do when Mama shows up under the Christmas Tree? And, besides that, she was always ready for a kiss. And so was I.
I was stitting in Church Christmas Eve when a young lady came up behind me to wish me a Merry Christmas and then said that she had a picture for me. When she brought it back I was easily reminded of that happening - and one of the last things I remember her saying to me a year ago while she was in the hospital. At the end of a visitation I always kissed her with the promise to be back. Just a day or two before she died she said with some force: "Do you call that a kiss?" And then we did it right. Last year at the traditional New Year's Eve gathering at brother John's I clearly recall my feelings of loss. There was no one there for me to hug and kiss and wish a Happy New Year.
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What a sweet picture and a great memory!
I swear I only hit the publish button once. It must be this new computer ;)
PS. You should be able to edit the comments and delete the duplicates.
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