As the neighborhoods are nearly flooded with seemingly blinding reds and greens, people are becoming in tuned to their own sense of the holiday season. As such, kids become infatuated with the irony of a colossal man squeezing down millions of chimneys just to bring them the newest Barbie doll or Playstation.
Some people use the season to get in touch with their religious beliefs. Others may focus on what lies before them in that neatly wrapped package (of course, slightly torn on the corner for peeking). For most people, while these factors definitely play a significant role in their own idea of the holiday season, consider this time of the year to be the time for reuniting with loved ones.
As for me, I am certainly ecstatic to rock around the Christmas tree with my semi-distant family; however, I must confess my current, deepest thoughts and emotions.
December 19 th marks the year anniversary of the death of one of the most amazing people to walk this great earth, Brian Turano, a true friend who stood for generosity, love, and compassion.
Through all of the unfortunate and tragic events of the past year, especially the unanticipated death of Brian, there is one idea that stands out above all other things. That is, family and quality time, which is something that Brian maintained as much focus as possible on.
The question that constantly boggles my mind is why is it that most families only get together for the holidays and maybe an annual reunion? Perhaps it is the irritation of getting one's cheeks pinched one too many times a year. Or maybe it is the fear of somebody bringing out the old photo album of "Bath Time: The Early Years."
Regardless of the excuse, if there is one thing that Brian has taught me it is that nothing is above family. When everything is failing in life, family is still there, pushing, nagging, and yanking the ear just to get one to wake up.
Sometimes I wonder if all of the deaths that have occurred in my life this year, are to remind me that time is precious. And, it is not simply the amount of time that one should be concerned with, but rather, the quality of time spent. Stop focusing on idle conversation that happens only a few times a year. Instead, as sore as those cheeks may get, treat each day as if it were the holiday season. No, Santa Claus will not be dropping by to raid the cookie stash, but families will finally be able to learn more about their members.
I cannot honestly determine how many times I have been to a family reunion where I only knew a third of the people. And, I will not dare to guess my grandfather's favorite movie.
Yet, I do know that the next time I see my relatives, I want to be able to ask them how their week was, instead of, "So, how has the year gone for you?"
In memory of Brian, remember that tomorrow may never come. Death is unexpected; so, make sure that the last words said to a friend, family, or even a coach are ones to be proud of for the rest of one's life. And, be sure that when death arrives, there are no regrets, only memories of quality time spent.