I think part of my university experience has been trying to find that for myself. To have a moment of deep pride in my accomplishments.
I cannot wait to be Evee in my new life, and for Katie to be Katie in hers. I am ready for it now.
Your grief is seen and felt, even at the time of the Christmas spirit and when all is merry. You are seen. You are heard. Your loved one, nor you, is forgotten.
Christmas was such a special time in our household growing up, but in particular, we had so many lovely memories from Christmas Eve.
Today, for me Christmas is about having less, giving to others and indulging in things that bring comfort and joy.
Is a nice one.
Usually grief is a concept pushed to the edges of Christmas along with dried out Christmas tree needles and discarded wrapping paper. I had heard of A Boy Named Christmas through flashes on screens in adverts. I thought “boy and mouse; what could go wrong?” Immediately, my heart sank as I discovered the children had lost their mother.
This year we won’t be doing that with you. Your Joy is still there, but your life moved on.
As a child, December was my favourite month. From the 5th to the 9th, using all of my willpower, I used to save up my advent calendar chocolates. On the morning of the 10th, sleepy eyed, I would sit in between my parents as Mum would give me my birthday presents and I would indulge in the chocolates that I had been saving for my big day.
This month’s theme for December is “Winter Grief”. Christmas is a hard time of year for those who grieve. Winter can be a tough time for anyone as it is, and it can be made harder by the fact that Christmas is around the corner. With Christmas comes adverts filled with pressure and perfect families enjoying Christmas.