Wishing everyone on this thread a peaceful new year.
To those of you having just done your first festive period, well done. You muddled through and are out the other side. Grief doesn't disappear but it gradually eases and becomes less acute and more bearable. To me it's a darkness I now carry deep within.
My first Christmas without my mum was 2020 (so the height of Covid and restrictions were in place that first Christmas so I couldn't be with my family). Mum had died suddenly and unexpectedly 3 months before and she loved Christmas, in fact one of the pictures we used for her funeral was of her in front of the Christmas tree. I wanted to honour her by making that first Christmas special but I just couldn't. Spent most of Christmas day in the kitchen crying. It was bleak and dark and a very sad time, not just because I'd lost my lovely mum but because I couldn't freely be with with my dad and siblings. My sister has bubbled with my dad so he wasn't alone but it was a weird time within a really weird time.
We've done three Christmases since and mum would be proud and happy to see our laughter and our fun. It's what she created for us every year and it's a wonderful way for us to commemorate her - we make Christmas as special as she always did.
I remember that first NYE. I didn't want to exist in a year my mum hadn't been alive in. I didn't want to year to turn, I wanted to lay down toddler tantrum style and refuse to leave 2020 as I felt like I was leaving mum behind.
It does become easier and I've worked hard to reframe my thinking about it all. I try not to feel guilt that I'm another year away from my mum being alive. I try to see I'm a year forwards in being a loving a kindd and present mum to my kids, just how my mum was for us ❤️
There'll always be tears at Christmas but there'll always be happiness too.