Until this holiday season, I had an Aunt that always sent out a holiday newsletter, recounting the entire year's highlights of her life. Some folks bemoan receiving such lengthy, impersonal, one size-fits-all, mass mailings, but I always looked forward to hearing what her family'd been up to.
I remember on a few occassions a long time ago my father had sent out a similar, one paged, typed synopsis of our immediate family events, but some of us would always get offended by his tongue in cheek humor n some jokes he made, which he'd thought made amusing reading. He was not well known for being tactful...
Dad's update never came close to his sister-in-law's cheerfully recounted adventures of church choir concerts, charitable deeds, visits, n family trips. If I had to write one of those I'd have to make up fillers to get a whole page. All I accomplish lately is work n survival. It's all I can do to come up with about three, non-depressing sentences to write into my Holiday cards... I avoid blogging about some depressing things too.
Aunt Lois the fiesty red-head was a super trooper. She found positive in everything. After a divorce, then illness taking her second husband, even after years of fighting one cancerous illness after the other herself, going thru every treatment imaginable. This Thanksgiving she was thankful to finally be released from her pained, human form.
I've been really depressed to not have been able to drop everything that week-end, or have funds to travel halfway down the coast to visit my gathered family, or even be able get to her service in time. Since my parents have been gone, I find losing their generation of immediate family members very difficult.
Now as I pick up the few, sparcely detailed cards in the mail, I'm reminded of how well I knew my Aunt due to her annual holiday newsletters, even tho she relocated so far away years ago. I save all my holiday cards (I don't get alot), n I know I'm going to dig out last years n read it again, just because I'll miss getting a new one this year.
There's nothing wrong with sharing your life that way when you've worked to fill it with so many worthwhile pursuits, n are a good writer too. (Just don't make fun of your folks). Even if some readers may think you're boasting about how blessed a life you've had compared to them.
Here's a "Yay!" for the family holiday newsletter...