The beginning of the holiday season always comes with a now bittersweet memory. On November 28th, 1979 my big brother Gordon was killed in a trucking accident. He had just turned  30 the previous July and was a husband and the father of three children under the age of seven. I remember the phone call as if it was yesterday – my mother calling at 7:30 in the morning the following day,  after having just received the devastating news from my sister in law.  An early morning call from Mom was not unusual, so I answered with a cheery hello and listened  as she said in a clipped and frantic voice, “Anne, Gordon is dead”.

Mom and Gordon

My world stopped and in that moment I could not remember what my brother looked liked or how he sounded. I heard Mom choke out some of the details and I promised her that I would be on my way to her as soon as I could. After hanging up the phone, I tore around the house looking for a photo album with a picture of Gordon in it, so that I could reassure myself that he was not just a mirage, that up until that moment he had always been my brother.

Mom and Gordon

The next few days and weeks were both a blur and unbelievably stark and real. The funeral brought more than 500 of the town’s citizens to mourn with us, many of whom stood outside the church on that cold winter day. There were times when I felt like we would not survive, at least never be the same again. We tried to keep things normal, went about organizing Xmas with the entire family – Gordon’s young family,  my brother Mitch & family, my family, my two younger sisters and of course my parents who were living through what I believe to be the most devastating nightmare dreaded by every parent, regardless of the age of their child.

We were really just going  through the motions. Christmas was a bust, even though we smiled for the sake of the grandchildren who could not possibly understand what had just befallen our family and  one of our own. My mom, who was tough as steel in hard times and very tender of heart, soldiered on over the years and came to enjoy life again, but she was never quite the same. Losing her child, in her own words was “just too much to bear”.

As this year’s festivities approach and as I bustle around getting the stuff on my list done, I think about my brother and all that he has missed – watching his children grow, knowing and loving his grandchildren,  enjoying retirement with his wife, and the day to day of being alive and of having the choices that I have been blessed with in the forty years since he has been gone. And it makes me feel that perhaps appreciation and gratitude are sometimes lacking in my life.

Me and Mom – Christmas Gone By

It has been a year of reflection and slow transformation for me as I come to realize that the change that I wish to see in this world is reflected through the inner peace and understanding that I project outward. For that inner peace to be a shining light inside of us all, we are compelled to look at and release the long held trauma that impedes our journey to presence and acceptance and support of all life on this planet. You can bet that I do not get it right much of the time, that I let emotional triggers rule the day  causing me to act unkindly, blindly and often callously in my relationships with those I love most in this world, as well as in my advocacy for animal liberation. But I must say that as the  many layers of fear fall away one by one, I am beginning to get it “right” more than I get it “wrong”.

I am not doing this alone. I have reached out and received and continue to receive guidance from my friend and mentor, Ren Hurst.  More recently I have been following the work of Sarah Byrden and also  that of Jay Shetty.  By my side is Mary Candor who is on a similar journey of self discovery and change. Mary and I talk about stuff and challenge each other to heal and to grow. I am eternally grateful to her and to all my friends and family who always and steadfastly support me.

The Christmases of my youth!!

My most fervent wish as the holidays approach and a new year is about to begin, is that all of us within the vegan and animal liberation movement pause to take a look at our own selves, work to divest ourselves of our deep societal conditioning, indoctrination and domestication,  be brave enough to face and heal our childhood trauma before we unequivocally and often harshly demand that others who are also traumatized stop exploiting our animal friends.

I know it may sound like a self absorbed mission when so many species of animals are suffering at the hands of humans and  when the planet appears to be disintegrating before our very eyes. Still, I believe deeply that if we can all approach others with compassion, with authentic peace in our hearts, systemic and positive change will happen for all life on this sphere we call home. I can’t prove any of it of course, but I do know that when I live it with others, the defenses I usually encounter fall away. The energy we give out, is the energy we receive back. I deeply appreciate the inspiration and hope in the words of another cherished friend and teacher:

Jimmy Videle
It would be amazing to see if the whole world would actually come together for the rights and freedoms of all beings. That is a world I want to see!

I would love to have my dear brother back and my mom of course, who has been gone from my physical life for nine and a half years, but since that is not possible, I hope to move forward in a way which would make them proud of me for carrying on and for always searching for the peace I know is available to us all.

Annie’s Vegan View

I am vegan for all the reasons…but most especially for all the mothers and babies of this world, regardless of species. To me they represent the love, the compassion, the understanding and the peace that is possible and available to us all when we embrace and embody the real meaning of true and authentic love, which ultimately is compassionate connection without intentional exploitation.

Peace to one and to all!!

May all beings be happy and free.

Christmas and Other Musings – a vegan perspective

4 thoughts on “Christmas and Other Musings – a vegan perspective

  • December 2, 2019 at 8:10 pm

    Anne, there is no doubt in my mind that your mother and brother would be (are) incredibly proud of the person you are! Your courage and steadfast commitment to look inward and seek out your true self inspires me daily. I appreciate your guidance which is always thoughtful and said with love and authenticity. You’ve taught me to accept criticism because you’ve never made it feel like criticism, allowing me to arrive at conclusions about my actions by offering insights I might not normally be open to. You’re my sidekick in the world of vegan activism, as we bounce ideas off one another in order to be the most effective voices for change. Did I mention your incredible writing talent? Love you friend, and thanks for sharing your story.

    • December 2, 2019 at 8:20 pm

      Hi Mary, Thank you so much for your kind comment and for your faith in me! It means the world to me – truly! Very proud and honored to be your vegan sidekick.
      Love from Anne

  • December 3, 2019 at 12:17 pm

    Hi Anne, just wanted to say thank you for this thoughtful and beautifully-written post that came up at the right time for me. Am sure your brother and mother are still by your side, just in a different way, although it hurts to not have them here on earth. Have been having a little bit of a hard time this year for some reason. Not sure why, perhaps there have been so many sad losses at Happily Ever Esther and among my friends, plus the world seems to be so mean. Am really missing my parents although they have been gone for 11 years! Am also missing my many furry companions that are no longer with me. Anyway, best wishes to you and hope to see you again sometime at HEEFS.

    • December 3, 2019 at 1:00 pm

      Hi Rose,

      Thank you for your vulnerable and heartfelt comment. I am sorry to hear that you are struggling, and I know the feeling. My heart goes out to you and everyone at HEEFS. It has been a tough year with the loss of so many beloved residents and with Esther’s health issues.

      We do miss those we loved and still love – parents, furry companions, friends! I do have hope that humans are at the beginning of an awakening to a kinder, more compassionate way of living.

      I have enjoyed both my visits at HEEFS, even though I fell and broke my wrist the first time.Sheesh! Staying upright is always recommended. I hope to see you again as well if the opportunity arises.

      Best wishes to you as well.


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