Empty Chairs
Welp! It's here. Another holiday season, almost come and gone, and I must admit I have been seeing numerous posts and hearing the sadness of those who have lost loved ones over the years, and are preparing for another year of dealing with that "empty chair" at the table where we gather round and laugh, and enjoy good food, and the company of our family and friends.For me personally, the "empty chair" represents my daddy. We lost him to gastrointestinal cancer fifteen years ago and not a holiday season goes by that I don't, at some point deal with the sting of tears in my eyes and the excruciating pain of loss that I feel when we all sit down at the table to eat, or when someone cracks a joke that I know he would have belly-laughed at. Probably the most painful part for me is when I take inventory of the room and look at my kids and the way our family has grown and know that they will never know him the way my mama and my brother knew him. The "empty chair" at the supper table is especially tough for me because that supper table is where some of my fondest memories of my family will always be. Oh the discussions and the laughter and the arguing we shared around that table over the years!
As painful as missing him is, I try to remind myself that the pain is only temporary and he's not completely gone from us. He still lives on through me, through my mama and my brother. We learned so much from him whether it be cooking, painting, fixing things around the house, dealing calmly with crisis and/or conflict, our love for humor and laughter, tapping our fingers on the steering-wheel along to the beat of the music on the radio or just simply, sitting still and doodling while watching television. There are and always will be pieces of him that live on through us.
I witnessed the fruition of his ongoing presence in our lives the day after Thanksgiving as I watched my brother, Pete and my son, Caleb stand in the backyard having a little target practice with their bows. I fought back the tears as I thought about all the years and milestones my daddy has missed with his children and his grandchildren. I thought about all the Thanksgivings that Pete spent in the woods with him at their beloved deer camp, hunting. How he must miss those times of learning and gleaning from Daddy. Then it dawned on me, Daddy's here. All the time he spent with us is not gone. It's not forgotten. There is so much evidence of him in our lives when I look around, and I can't help but think that from time to time God gives him just a little glimpse of us from heaven and allows him to see us carrying on without his physical presence but allowing him to live on through our personalities, our mannerisms, our sense of humor and our method to our everyday activities.
Just this passed Sunday, I also had another experience that made me realize our loved ones are still with us as we gathered for our annual Brown Family Christmas party. This party has become so bittersweet for me since we have lost four very vital members of our family over the last 16 years. Nanny Lucy, who played a very influential role in my childhood, teen and young adult years. Daddy, of course. Aunt Sissy, whose presence was as big and boisterous as the sun when she entered any room and Uncle Bill, with his laid back, quiet demeanor and ever-present grin on his face. I'll admit, for some reason I was dreading this years' gathering. Just the thought of another year, glancing around the room seeing the "empty chairs" and missing these loved ones who always brought so much joy and laughter to the party, made me sad to the nth degree. Nevertheless, I went.
About midways through the evening, again I just stepped back and took inventory of the room. Yes, it was obvious who was missing, who the "empty chairs" belonged to and yes, it hurt as it always does. The pain of losing someone who means so much never goes away. I suppose we just learn to deal with it a little better as time goes on. Then, I imagined it. I could see a small little part in the "clouds", if you will and I could see Nanny Lucy, Daddy, Aunty Sissy and Uncle Bill taking a peek down on us as we gathered once again to celebrate another Christmas. I could see Nanny taking inventory of her children, her grandchildren and great grandchildren and just the fact that we were going on without her and continuing a tradition that she started and looked forward to every year with her family. Oh how proud she would be of all the food and great cooks that our family has produced! I could see Daddy and Aunt Sissy and Uncle Bill also reveling in the laughter and chatter that was taking place and the silliness that always seems to prevail when the Brown girls get together. (we just can't seem to help ourselves). Then as I re-inventoried the room, I could see it! I could see a little bit of Nanny in her girls. I could see Daddy in his brother and sisters and Aunty Sissy in the laughter and silliness and Uncle Bill in the quiet moments and the smell of the coffee brewing. Coffee was a MUST for Uncle Bill. All I could manage was a smile, knowing they were still among us despite the looming presence of their "empty chairs."
It's painful, so by all means grieve - yes! But remember your loved ones and try and focus on all the ways that their presence remains in your life and is passed down through you and through your children. I constantly reassure myself that Daddy wouldn't won't me sad, he wouldn't want me depressed because he's not here to celebrate with us. No! He would want me to enjoy the holidays and take his presence with me into the holidays so that his grandchildren can know him through the things he taught me over the years.
Although I haven't and will not finish out this holiday season without shedding a few tears because I miss my my daddy and other loved ones so, I will remind myself that they may be gone physically but they will never, ever be forgotten. And I also believe they will always be present among us, even when the "empty chairs" seem to be screaming at us and reminding us of their absence. This year I encourage you, look! Look for your loved ones who have gone on....Look closely, you just might be surprised at how very present they really are among you!
In Memory of Dude Brown
May 9, 1951 - July 23, 2008