189 ~ Forgotten Memory

By Kay Heitsch

One Christmas when we lived in Indianapolis, my Dad, Aunt Carmeleta, Uncle Fred, and my cousin Pat came to our house. This was the only time I remember that we were all together.

Todd was in kindergarten, and Shannon was around 3.

Todd had inherited a piano when my Dad's sister and husband died. So since Pat could play the piano, we all gathered around and sang Christmas carols.

This may not seem like a big deal to most people, but it was to me.

Christmas was not a pleasant time for my Dad. It's a long story. To be honest, I didn't know that he even knew any Christmas carols.

I vividly remember Shannon sitting on my Dad's lap in her darling little nightgown and robe. My Dad was smiling and singing. Shannon had the cutest smile on her sweet little face, too, as she was trying to sing.

To be honest, I never knew my Dad knew any Christmas carols. To my knowledge, he had never been to church. But I guess I didn't know everything.

It's nice to be able to think back and remember special times that have long been forgotten.

Remember how I led you on this long journey. Deuteronomy 8:2