Good morning everybody from N Bucks where it is still pitch black and Rosie and I have retreated to bed.
Christmas can often be a let-down can’t it? Somehow the harder we try, the more we fall short of what we have hoped it will be.
All the more so Grandmattie in the emotional maelstrom you are surely still in.
Losing Philip such a short time ago, then the worries about your other son getting home, the strain of waiting for PCR results, little Iris’s surgery, your daughter’s professional commitments, all set in the background of this whole bloody Covid pandemic - I would venture to suggest it had to come out somewhere and unfortunately you were in the firing line.
When DH died 4 years ago, just a few weeks before Christmas, one of my daughter’s more perceptive friends said to her that Christmas would have been fraught whether it was one month or 11, and in a way it was best to get it out of the way and have minimal expectations. She was right.
We tried our hardest, the D’s spoiled me rotten, the whole extended family (17) was together, the little children helped us to smile, but really, best forgotten.
So you have my total sympathy, but hopefully you can put it behind you and accept that nothing could have made up for losing a son and a brother.
Wishing you and your family peace and comfort in 2022.
