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Every year Christmas is different for me (and you too, right?). The worst one for me, of course, was in 1968 when the state trooper knocked on the door with bad news. My father had died in a car accident. What started as a fun happy Christmas ended in despair and devastation. I was 3 months shy of my 12th birthday and I literally grew up that night. I am the oldest and my youngest brother was born the following August, right after the moon landing. He was a ray of sunshine, that baby was.
Some years, I remember my father, with much love, and the holidays are wonderful. Other years, the dread sets in around Halloween. No matter what I do, it is like walking through wet cement to "get through" the holidays. This can happen even in a good year (like this one). I had a fantastic Christmas celebration with my daughter just last weekend. Last night - a wonderful time with my DH, DSD and DSS at my mother's house. My siblings and nieces were there and we all had a blast. Today is a more intimate afternoon with the immediate family. My daughter is not here, but like I said, she is in my heart and I am grateful for her love.
Having said all that, this year was a trudging-through-the-cement year for me, emotionally speaking. I know there are many of you coping right now with much worse. It can be lonely and isolating when everyone else seems to be having a wonderful time. I know the feeling.
Just remember, the feeling is temporary, and it will get better. Everyone will get back to living everyday life very soon!
Thank you for being here - you enrich my life and I appreciate your companionship more than I can express.
Heartfelt Love and Peace to All