Christmas Grief

Luke’s last Christmas was in 2012, he was six years old.  I don't remember a lot about Christmas, except that he got a scooter.  He was super excited about that scooter.  My kids are funny, they don’t wake up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning, and I usually have to wake them up. They would rather sleep!

Last year, we packed up and left town.  I couldn't bear the thought of staying here for Christmas.  There was no tree, there were no cookies, only two gifts for J and K, and a LONG road trip.  We ate Christmas dinner at a Denny’s.  It was a relaxing trip, minus the 14 hour drive and the broken van key.  There was no hustle and bustle of trying to decorate, wrap and bake.  It was easy to forget it was Christmas

I can't do that this year, as much as every fiber of my being wants to go back to Destin, it isn't going to happen. So here we sit, half a bag of pretzels dipped, our Christmas tree up, Luke’s tree in the corner and J’s light tree on the wall.  I have bought each kid 5 gifts, and plan on having our traditional Christmas supper.

However, as it gets closer and closer to Christmas, the more deflated I feel.  The depression is setting in hard, I have gone from wanting to sleep all the time to not being able to sleep at all.  I don't feel like eating.  The only thing I want for Christmas is to hold my baby boy again.

The grief that was getting easier to carry is once again weighing me down.  Luke was such a bright light.