A decade ago, my spouse died suddenly, just before Thanksgiving. I spent all day watching videos, trying to forget what day it was and thinking about our last Thanksgiving dinner and how I almost dropped the roasted turkey as I walked to place it on the table. We laughed so hard afterward, I can still remember and it was a good day.
When Christmas came, I put up the small fiberoptic tree we bought the year before to replace the old seven footer we’d had for years and needed to replace. The fiberoptic came down after ten minutes when I realized I felt nothing, it was just a commercial object, devoid of meaning. Nowadays, I just put on the movie Die Hard and run it all day while doing embroidery. I wish I had family left so I could at least call them and wish them a merry Christmas but, I don’t.
I wish I had words of wisdom to impart on the topic of depression during holidays but, I don’t.
If I knew you, lived near you, I’d gladly share Christmas day with you but, all I can do is tell you, you are not alone and I for one will be thinking of you on Christmas day.