A Special Night at Christmas
I unwrapped some of our Christmas decorations last evening. In one of the boxes, I found a silver jingle bell. I shook it and listened to its sweet, metallic ring.
After my husband passed away in 2001 at the young age of forty, I attempted to fill the painful void in my family’s holidays in any and all ways I could imagine.
One year I invited our “special” friends from my daughter’s Special Olympic’s bowling team to come to our home to watch Christmas movies, socialize and a little holiday magic vis-a-vis a white elephant gift drawn from a red velvet grab bag.
My daughter has been bowling with the same children — now adults — for many years. The parents and caregivers have all become friends and support systems for each other. We understand the unusual challenges and the tremendous blessings of raising and…
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