I am so sorry for all of you facing your first Christmas without your beloved mum or dad.
It's brutal. I spent most of the day "cooking" (crying in the kitchen) which is the last thing my festive loving mum would have wanted.
I want this year to be different - it will be 15 months just before this Christmas that we lost mum - but feck me it's hard.
Today I put up my festive twigs. Yes festive twigs (we have a fake and a real tree too but the twigs come first) and it struck me how much of a "mum" thing this is. The woman loved a Christmas twig
in fact we would often compare our festive twig collection. I thought of her so fondly when I dug them out.
This evening I can't stop crying. I'm so fucking sad that I'm doing another Christmas without her. I don't want to do anything without her. I don't want birthdays of Christmases or even another day to pass without her.
My raw, all consuming grief has passed, for the most part, but now I'm left with that finality, that totality - she is gone. She won't meet her 13th grandchild, she won't do the macarana again, she won't feel sunlight or snowflakes, she won't laugh or cry, she won't put the tattered star on her Christmas tree or stroke her beloved cat, she won't try a new food or have a NYE toast with champagne, she won't know her disabled granddaughter is thriving or that my dad can actually cook!! She won't know how much we love her and miss her.
It's all so utterly sad.