Monday, December 19, 2011
My folks went to the memorial this weekend for our family friend. They were hit hard by the loss. My dad had started mentoring her 30 years ago and my mom had helped her with her computer skills.
She ended up on the fast track as a hospital administrator. She was always appreciative of their support and encouragement.
My 2nd cousin was having a fundraiser that required a Santa for the pictures. My father is quite the Santa look alike and he said he would do it.
Turns out it was after the memorial.
He thought about canceling, but just couldn't leave them hanging. Having a whole bunch of kids running up and hugging him, telling him their wishes, and giggling endlessly was just what the doctor ordered.
There were some that cried, but somehow he managed to keep a dry lap.
Meanwhile, my mom was surrounded by her sisters and all of their kids and grand kids.
And even though they were wiped, they came away from the day all warm (not from pee mind you!) and fuzzy.
Best thing they could have done. And something I will remember for the future. Plan happy after sad.
And for those that need proof that my dad makes the best Santa ever...