So many such sad stories - ❤️ to all of you.
We did have one very sad and subdued Christmas, when we knew my father was dying, especially since MiL had died only 6 months previously. But they’d both have hated to think of their deaths clouding subsequent Christmases, so especially since dds were still quite young children, we did try not to let them.
One Christmas Eve was awful. My DM, widowed some 10 years by then, and with early-ish dementia, had decided that she didn’t want to come to us for Christmas after all - she wanted to stay quietly at home. Fair enough - I did the 120 mile round trip anyway, to take her presents and some nice food.
Later, when everyone else was out, she phoned me, absolutely furious - what was she doing all on her own on Christmas Eve? I was a terrible daughter - she was cutting me out of her will, etc. etc.
Nothing I said could convince her that of course she’d been invited - she hadn’t wanted to come. I offered to go and pick her up there and then if she’d changed her mind - no, she didn’t want that either, slammed the phone down on me.
I don’t know when I’ve been so upset.
Phoned her again in the morning with sinking heart - she’d forgotten the whole thing.
Dementia is a bloody bastard of a disease.