I wanted to share a thoughtful story written by my little sister, Lori Keeton. She says Happy New Year so eloquently......
A New Candle
It is that time of year again. Have you been thinking about your light this year? I know I have. And some days I let is shine. Other days, not so much.
2010 has been a tough year for many of my closest friends. When I thought about my resolution for this year, I kept coming back to the many losses that have occurred in 2010. I guess my friends and I are unfortunately reaching the age where we begin to lose our parents. And it is horrible.
I have found myself saying frequently “Aren’t you glad it’s over?” in reference to the firsts… the first Thanksgivings, the first Christmases, the first birthdays and the first of so many other things that no one even thinks about. The first time you go back home and smell the perfume of the one you loved. The first time you see their handwriting. The first time you reach for the phone to call them and realize you can’t. And then there is the fact that so many people literally seem afraid of you. In their fear of saying the wrong thing, they say nothing at all. They avoid you. And it only adds to the hurt. And the time you don’t spend feeling sad for yourself, you spend worrying about the others in your family who are suffering as well. It is overwhelming.
So this year when I went with my mother and her best friends to Christmas Eve church service and they handed me a candle, I did not feel the usual happiness I feel in connection with this ritual. I felt like the whole world should be mourning for the pain that I knew so many of my closest friends were feeling on that Christmas Eve night. But I took the candle anyway. And as I sat listening to the service and the minister speaking about the birth of Jesus being a sign of hope and renewal, I noticed something about my candle. It was brand new. I leaned over and checked out my mom’s candle too and whispered “It’s brand new.” Though I know she thought I was crazy, she is my mother who loves me so she just smiled and nodded. But it was so important to me. In years past, I had always been given the candles that looked like they had seen many Christmas Eve services and had very little left to give. But not this year. This year the wick was white having never been lit, and the candle itself was perfectly smooth.
When I lit the candle for the first time, I thought about the year and about how hard it had been for so many that I love. And at that moment I prayed for them- and for each of us- to be able to start 2011 with a brand new candle- a candle, a light, that is comprised of all each of us has lost and all we have gained from the losses. A light that keeps the memories of those we have lost alive but also that radiates the gift of our lives and the knowledge that those who have passed on would want us to let our lights shine brightly. Because through us so too do their lights shine. Always.
Happy New Year.

