It's the same every year. We get all excited to go get our Christmas tree, and by the time we get it home and drag out the Christmas tree the kids are fully wound up. I start putting up the lights and taking out the decorations, and inevitably memories of Mom come crashing around me. Because she died on December 21, my last and most vivid memories of her involve Christmas in some way. Most of my Christmas decorations remind me of her too.
I try to anchor myself in the moment with the kids' excitement, but I always have to take a minute alone to give the memories and the grief their due. I remind myself that if I feel like snapping at the kids as they drag out Christmas decorations that it's my mood and not their behavior that needs to change.
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I want to thank you, again, for spending the day with us on our wedding day, even though it was tinged with grief for you. It was a gift I'll never forget.
*love*
I'm so sorry Pam! You are in my prayers this season.
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