When you lose
your spouse, the person you built your entire life and family with, everything
is hard.
But
oh, the holidays. They are their own special kind of hard.
Fall kicks
off a difficult lineup of event after event.
So
many traditions and memories. So much work keeping it all going.
Last year, I
was only a few months into widowhood when all of these things started to hit one
after another. I was in survival mode. Doing whatever task was right in front
of me, just trying to keep my grieving head above water.
I did most
things as close as I could to how we did them before Adam died, so that the
holidays, as awful as they were without him, felt a little normal to my
children.
We always cut
down a live Christmas tree right after Thanksgiving. Somehow, I kept it all up
last year.
Felt
like I had to.
But by the
end of Christmas our tree was dry and withered. When I pulled off each strand
of Christmas lights literally every needle on the branch came with it.
It was
difficult for the kids and I to wrangle that tree out of the house and it left
a huge mess behind. We all agreed right then to do a fake tree next year.
I ordered one
immediately in an after-Christmas sale. We never took it out of the box.
We’re talking about it now though. I’ve cleared a spot for it.
We plan to pull it out and set it up before Thanksgiving this year.
It will be different, but perhaps a little more manageable.
I cannot do what two people did before.
I know that, but it doesn't make it any easier.