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.
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.
In my sleep, I descend the stairs and you rush past me, telling me to hurry up, people are downstairs and they are waiting for us. I’m confused, my jaw opening and closing like the door you just came through; swinging on its hinge at a loss at your presence.
How could I still be listening out, just in case Mum needed me?
I can’t help but wonder: does my memory serve me? Or, have you have been gone so long that I can barely find the memory?
Grief has taught me to appreciate people when they are still alive! ~ Thank you so much to Zet Ar for this submission. I do believe the…… Read more “As Told By Zet Ar”