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Remembrance Candle

Posted on: February 12, 2012 | Posted by: Matthew Croke

I know the holidays are way over, but I wanted to share a Christmas experience I had with my children, when we lit a candle in remembrance of Lisa.

The monthly grief group my girls and I attend has a holiday service where the family lights a candle for the person we are remembering.  Our family was not able to make the event this year, but a one of the widows thought of us and took Lisa’s candle and dropped it off at our house. 

On Christmas Eve, I always let the girls open a couple of gifts as a way to get Christmas started –  truth be told, I basically get the night off as they are busy playing with new toys.  It’s a win win for both the girls and me.  This year, I sit them in a circle with their gifts to my left.  I pull out the candle and let them know that tonight we will be starting the holidays by lighting this candle to symbolize mom.  The holiday music behind us sets the perfect tone as Bing Crosby croons “Silent Night”.

I pull out the matches as the girls sit on the floor looking at me.  I put match to box and strike.

“Tonight, we will start Christmas remembering our Lisa,” I say and light the wick.  “As we light this candle, let it be a symbol….”

“Oooh, can I blow out the match?” Haley asks.

“No Haley. I’ll blow it out,” I say and try again.  “As we light this…”

“How come she gets to blow it out?”  asks Kelly.

“She’s not. No one is blowing it out, let’s focus…”

“Me me me me me.” my three-year-old, Molly, joins in.

I blow out the match to end the discussion. “Girls, please, this is about mom.”

“I wanna say something about mom.” Kelly says.

“Sure Kelly… I was… talking first though, trying to say some…”

“Are we done? Is it time to open presents?” Molly asks.

“Hey Dad, If I say something first, can I open up a gift first?” Haley asks.

“No! That’s not fair! Dad said I was going to say something first.  Right Dad?”

“Girls, everyone stop,” I pick up the candle.  “Can’t we just focus a little for the sake of mom?” I pause, holding the candle, waiting for them to self realize their insensitivity.

“Dad, careful, you shouldn’t hold that candle so close to your face.” says Haley.

“Hey can I at least blow out the candle.” says Kelly.

“No, me me me.” says Molly.

I watch them fighting and bickering, so I decide to try a different approach. 

“Who wants to open up presents?”

A chorus of “I do” explode with hands shooting into the air, accompanied by three of the sweetest faces and a look of… well, of kids about to open presents at Christmas.

After the girls are playing with their new toys, I go into my bedroom and redo the candle ceremony – party for one.  About 20 minutes later, Kelly comes wandering into my room holding Tinkerbelle, flying her through the air.  She sees I have re-lit candle and there’s a new burnt match on the side.

“Shoot, you blew out another match, I wanted to try it.” Kelly says.

“Here,” I say and reach over and light a match.  Her eyes widen and a big inhale is followed by an even bigger exhale as she blows enough air to knock out 50 matches.  She picks up Tinkerbelle and flies her out of the room.  I sit back and watch the candle when Haley and Molly come running in.

“Kelly said she was able to blow out a match to remember mom.  Can we do it also?” Haley says.

“It wasn’t to remember…yeah sure.”  I pick up the box and strike the match for Haley.

“Love you Mom, miss you.” whwhwhwwhhhh

Next match for Molly.

“Misssss you.” pthpthpththh  “Another one, another one!”

“No Molly, just one,” I say, as they both leave faster than when they came in.

My remembrance candle ended up reminding me, not to try to have the kids grieve like I do.  It also reminds me, I need to go with the flow, as where I think I may be failing, it might just be that I am creating a different tradition that could end up being better than what I originally had in mind.

Categories: Widowed, Widowed Parenting, Widowed Holidays

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