A CHRIS- MISS – Wish —— 2011——- Chris Ritchey

December 23, 2011 at 12:07 am 8 comments

As I type this post, once again the snow is gently falling, not huge puffy flakes but more like frozen tears that are covering the stark barren ground with a softness, covering the hardness of what is the reality. It is that time of year again when those who are happy and optimistic rush through the shopping, wrapping, giving , cooking, lighting ,childlike excitement in their step. I remember so well those days and I am not alone this season “missing them”- The ghost of Christmas past still lingers beckoning as the frozen tears of a wintery morning fall and the spectre of the Christmas that should’ve been is lost .

My CHRIS MISS wish this year is FREEDOM

Freedom from “people of self” who cause one pain and angst

Freedom from the selfishness of those who do because they can

Freedom to BE

Freedom to laugh, to cry

Freedom to leave the “societal pigeon hole”

Freedom to choose

Freedom to speak ones mind and opinion without fear of retribution

For those that grieve , this time of year is particularly painful, we walk among you trying not to interfere with your celebrations- we smile nod accept your greetings -all the while hand in hand with another spectre whose tears dampen down the fires of cheer . To those that walk with me I wish you most of all strength and companionship of those that truly care and understand.

But most of all I wish you all the joy and anticipation that can be found in the excitement of a small child as they wait under the tree in Santa pajamas……….

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  • 1. Grammy  |  December 23, 2011 at 1:40 am

    May you find peace.

    Love and hugs,

  • 2. Dave Cotton  |  December 23, 2011 at 1:54 am

    May that wish for freedoms come true for both of us!
    Thanks for being there for me!

  • 3. Lisa  |  December 23, 2011 at 5:38 pm

    From The House at Pooh Corner:

    “Don’t Bustle me,” said Eeyore, getting up slowly. “Don’t now-then me.” He took a piece of paper from behind his ear, and unfolded it. “Nobody knows anything about this,” he went on. “This is a Surprise.” He coughed in an important way, and began again: “What-nots and Etceteras, before I begin, or perhaps I should say, before I end, I have a piece of Poetry to read to you. Hitherto—hitherto—a long word meaning—well, you’ll see what it means directly—hitherto, as I was saying, all the Poetry in the forest has been written by Pooh, a Bear with a Pleasing manner but a Positively Startling Lack of Brain. The Poem which I am now about to read to you was written by Eeyore, or Myself, in a Quiet Moment. If somebody will take Roo’s bull’s-eye away from him, and wake up Owl, we shall all be able to enjoy it. I call it—POEM.”

    Christopher Robin is going.
    At least I think he is.
    Where?
    Nobody knows.
    But he is going—
    I mean he goes
    (To rhyme with “knows”)
    Do we care?
    (To rhyme with “where”)
    We do
    Very much.
    (I haven’t got a rhyme for that
    “is” in the second line yet.
    Bother.)
    (Now I haven’t got a rhyme for
    bother. Bother.)
    Those two bothers will have to
    rhyme with each other Buther.
    The fact is this is more difficult
    than I thought,
    I ought—
    (Very good indeed)
    I ought
    To begin again,
    But it is easier
    To stop.
    Christopher Robin, good-bye,
    I
    (Good)
    I
    And all your friends
    Sends—
    I mean all your friend
    Send—
    (Very awkward this, it keeps
    going wrong)
    Well, anyhow, we send
    Our love
    END.

    –A.A. Milne

    Much love to you and yours during these difficult Dreadcember days ♥

  • 4. Loraine Ritchey  |  December 23, 2011 at 8:26 pm

    Thanks everyone and Lisa and Eeyore especially – Ah one of the songs I used to sing to Chris when he was little and just sang to Gavin so he would take a nap.
    They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –
    Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
    Alice is marrying one of the guard.
    “A soldier’s life is terrible hard,”
    Says Alice.

    They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –
    Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
    We saw a guard in a sentry-box.
    “One of the sergeants looks after their socks,”
    Says Alice.

    They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –
    Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
    We looked for the King, but he never came.
    “Well, God take care of him, all the same,”
    Says Alice.

    They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –
    Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
    They’ve great big parties inside the grounds.
    “I wouldn’t be King for a hundred pounds,”
    Says Alice.

    They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –
    Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
    A face looked out, but it wasn’t the King’s.
    “He’s much too busy a-signing things,”
    Says Alice.

    They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –
    Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
    “Do you think the King knows all about me?”
    “Sure to, dear, but it’s time for tea,”
    Says Alice.

    Alan Alexander Milne

  • 5. Rosie  |  December 23, 2011 at 10:06 pm

    I wish you and family a lovely and peaceful Christmas and hope that all those happy times you had with Chris will outweigh the painful ones xxx

  • 6. aka mozart  |  December 25, 2011 at 11:44 pm

    Let joy come to you, and maybe you embrace it with open arms. Merry Merry…woof woof……

  • 7. muley  |  December 26, 2011 at 3:12 am

    xoxoxo….

  • 8. Dan  |  December 27, 2011 at 11:09 pm

    If Gavins pajamas solve all of life’s woes, I want two pairs

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