I had a major meltdown yesterday. A started-crying-and-couldn't-stop meltdown. This is very unlike me! I mean, I do cry, it's not that, but this one kind of snuck up on me. It was about 6PM and I was still at work although, mercifully, no one else was. I was waiting till it was time to leave for a 7PM meeting somewhere else, so I was just noodling around on the web.
I miss my dad, so many things about him, and especially at Christmas. He was one of the linch pins in our family's Christmases because he just got into it so much. Since his death in November 2005, Christmas hasn't been the same. It's good again now, but different. That's life, things do change, I know that. I also know it's permissible to get quietly emotional at least once during the holidays, just remembering. But I had no idea the tears were as close to the surface as they were last night until I read something online about children who couldn't be with their parents, and I was off.
First I got a little choked up. Then my eyes started to leak just a little bit. Then, before I knew it, I was face-down in a handful of kleenex, with great wracking sobs, crying so hard I wasn't even making any noise.
It was weird because, while that was going on, a part of me was detached and thinking, "What the hell...? Get a grip on yourself!" but the rest of me, the parts that were dissolving into puddles, had the wheel. It went on for like 10-15 minutes! When I finally ran out of steam, I was exhausted.
Thinking about Dad at Christmas definitely triggered it, and then the general holiday stress contributed to it, but there's the extra and considerable stress this year of having just bought a house a few weeks ago and then doing the big move, etc. I don't know when the last time was that I bawled my eyes out, but apparently I was overdue. Better alone in the office one evening than to lose it at the Christmas dinner table!
Dad seldom smiled in photos. For whatever reason, he preferred to present a more serious face when his picture was being taken and usually couldn't be cajoled out of it. If all you saw were those photos, you might think he was a stern dry humorless character, and nothing could be further from the truth. He was animated, charismatic, and loved to laugh. But because of the way he was about not smiling for the camera, the photos there are of him with his natural grin are highly prized in our family. Here are three:
The first one is from about 1975 or so. He was sitting with his mother and sister and all three of them are laughing at something no one can remember now, but that doesn't matter -- it's the laugh that matters. The second one is from about 1988 at home. The third is from 1993 when he and Mom were on a cruise that stopped for half a day in the town I was living in at the time, so I met them at the dock, and we all had so much fun. (I have a few others, but these are the ones I could get my hands on real quick.)
When my sister and I were little, every Christmas Eve, Dad would do "The Night Before Christmas" with the first letters of the words swapped out (I think that's called spoonerizing, but am not sure), so it started, "'Twas the chright before Nistmas and hall through the ouse, crot a neature was stirring, mot even a nouse." He could rattle off the whole thing without thinking and my sister and I would be on the floor laughing so hard.
So Chrerry Mistmas, Dad, and Yappy Hew Near! ;)