Last week toward the end of the carol sing at Mom’s, Cousin M lay on our Gram’s wonderful deacon’s bench, which graces Mom’s music room. She was looking up and said to me “doesn’t that little piece of reflected light on the ceiling remind you of Gram’s house?” I looked and it really did – the light was bounced off a small mirror on the table, reflecting light up through the angel-abra so that shadows of angels were on the ceiling. It really was simple and pretty. I couldn’t figure out WHY it reminded me of Gram’s, but I had to agree with M, it definitely was a special vignette.
I usually put up the Christmas decorations Thanksgiving weekend, but this year is different – it was so crazy that weekend, and I have not got my decorating mojo going. But this weekend I DID get out the candles for the windows, and the paper snowflakes for the porch door, and Gram’s Danish Angel mobile for the living room ceiling.
Last night I stood in the kitchen and looked out toward the living room. And I knew why the angels on the ceiling at Mom’s reminded us of Gram. Her simple little mobile always turned gently in the light, and the angels flew above our heads. Gram may not be with us anymore, but her pretty little angels still are. As are the wonderful memories she created for all of us with her simple, special decorations and traditions.
Of course, she also had a TREE and GREENS and GARLAND, none of which have I done yet.