The Second Christmas

I have to get my act together and do something about Christmas.

Thing is I don’t know where to start.

I thought that this being the second Christmas without Andrew it might be easier… dream on…

My Darling, Darling, Darling Tigger

I miss you so much

Mummy

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2 thoughts on “The Second Christmas

  1. I wish we didn’t have to pretend at Xmas. Wish we could mourn if we want to. A good time to do so. And maybe the tears would give way to the laughs– in our family, you don’t “give way.” You observe the grief lightly and get on with dinner and prezzies. Somehow, it’s just not allowed or you are seen as wallowing–drunk–and you’d have to be. Always a time and a place to mourn. I love Xmas. But I hate the pretense. I think we could all face the holiday with less dread and more small joys if we could, were allowed to, express the great grief for the one who is not with us, and any other tributes…

    • I love Christmas too. I just don’t seem to be able to get my act together this year. Actually I feel pretty indifferent about Christmas this year. Maybe that’s not it either.
      As I wrote to a friend, as far as Christmas is concerned, I feel frozen.

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