Thanks for all the support during my wobble. I appreciate it.
Today is a new day and despite a rotten cough and cold (awaiting PCR results) I feel better. My loss and grief still has the power to knock me off my feet, but I find it easier to get back up.
14 months today since mum died. So I've done all the "firsts" but Christmas was just awful (Covid didn't help as we were isolating as well but I wasn't up to seeing anyone to be honest!)
Christmas last year was just three months after she died. It was as miserable and as difficult and sad as I expected, and then some. I spent most of the day in the kitchen "cooking" (crying) and feeling like I'd never enjoy that time of year again.
I've mentioned before how much my mum loved Christmas (the picture we picked for her order of service and the same picture I have of her on display is of her in front of the Christmas tree) so this year we'll be back to full on festivities. My mum would be gutted to see us all sad and depressed at the time of year she loved the most.
But that first Christmas, all bets are off. You do whatever it is you need to, in order to get through it.