Home for the Holidays

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"Certainly," he replied.

"Well," I started, "we are having an addition built on our home. The existing room needs to be torn down so we have been removing everything in it.

"I had a calendar hanging there that was produced as a fundraiser for children's cancer research. Ashley, the young girl who spearheaded the group, was the child of a friend of mine. She died shortly afterwards.

"When I took it off the wall that day, I scanned through it seeing once again the many faces of innocent kids, all victims of cancer. My own son had cancer at 18, so this was very close to my heart. Although the calendar was from 2002, I couldn't throw it away. I knew I had to hang it up again.

"I brought it up to my office and when I sat down at my computer to check my messages, I received an email from a friend of Ashley's. She had read a story I wrote about Ashley a few years ago. What are the chances of that happening?"

"It's all connected," he said.

"Wait. There's something else," I continued. "Hanging on the wall of that same room were two letters addressed to a young man who also had cancer. He was the nephew of an old friend. I was writing to him to encourage his recovery, but he died before I could send them.

"I was about to throw them away, but after all this time I opened them. Tears came to my eyes as I read the words that never reached him.

"The next day I received an email from the friend whose nephew I'd been thinking of. I have not heard from her in many years. She just dropped me a note to say hello."

"Remarkable!" the man said.

We sat quietly for a moment.

"They do come back," he repeated.

"I believe they never leave as long as we hold them here and there," I said pointing to my head and heart. "Now, tell me about your friends," I said.

He spent the next hour sharing stories of friends of long ago, and we visited with them awhile.

I really wish it were all that easy. To think about someone and bring them back again. But I guess that man was right. They do come back.

They were at home in my heart...home for the holidays.

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