This christmas was very hard for me. The first one without my mom. There have been past years where she didn't come because she was worried she might catch a cold and for someone with emphysema she had to try and stay healthy. But at least I could have talked to her about the preparations and reactions etc. I can't call her anymore. And I can't tell you how many times I still start to pick up the phone and then remember I can't call her.
I broke down on Christmas morning, while getting ready. I'm glad the kids didn't see. It took me a bit but I finally got myself together.
And then again the next day at my inlaws. Everyone there was family, but not mine ya know. Know one saw that one either. I just didn't want to bring down any one else's holiday.
The picture above is from Christmas day, that's my dad, my 2 very tall nephews, one is 19 and the other is 14. And my kiddos.
1 comment:
the first holiday is the worst. it gets a bit better after a few. i found it comforting to incorporate traditions/items from that person into my holiday prep. hugs to you
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