People we miss at this time of year (or all the time)

Tomorrow would have been my mum’s 83rd birthday. She passed away in 1986, but there is still a big hole in our lives.

My grandad died on Christmas Day 2008. Its never been the same since, really. My gran died in 2013. I miss being a kid at Christmas and not worrying about anything, just enjoying the excitement and festivities. It feels like my mum is always sad, and that makes me sad. I have lots of horrible things in my life healthwise, but I'm not a sad person, if that makes sense.

Hugs to everyone missing someone.

I miss my parents. Though they died many years ago,  the holidays will never be the same. My mother absolutely loved the holidays. She loved the decorations, baking, gifts and lights. My mother made holidays really special. How I wish they could have spent those holidays watching their grandchildren grow up into the men that they have become.

This will be my first Christmas without either of my parents: my mom died 5 years ago and my dad died in April. I've been wondering why I've been feeling sort of melancholy and sentimental - I'm sure that's it.

Sending love to all of those who are missing people this holiday season. It definitely makes for a bluer time.

I'm so sorry Christine. The firsts are so hard. Sending hugs.

My Dad and my sister. Dad died in February 2019 at age 89 of natural causes. My sister died this year in August from complications of type 1 diabetes and cancer. She was 58. We went from a family of 6 immediate members to 4 just like that. It's hard to shake the feeling that we are shrinking. We are clinging to each other hard this year.

On a happier note, my son and his longtime girlfriend are expecting a baby girl in May. I remember my dad telling me not to be shocked or saddened by death. He would say, just walk down to any hospital and see the babies being born. He was so reassuring. Life goes on.

I miss my mom and dad. They died 13 and a half years ago.

I miss all the friends I can't see due to stupid covid.

My DH - this is my 2nd Christmas without him and truth be told - it's a bit a harder than last year, probably because of COVID. That and he passed the end of October 2019 so the Holidays were here just weeks after and things were still a bit of a blur for me. His absence is loud this year. I haven't put up any decorations, not one thing. I will hang a wreath on the front door and I did send cards to everyone in the card exchange. I will break rules and see my DS and his family on Christmas Eve, I need to for my sanity.

I always miss my parents too - my Dad died in 1991, Mom in 2007.

Peace and prayers to all who are missing someone.

My mom died at the end of March of this year. Worse yet, I can’t get my Dad to bury her ashes, let alone have a small service. I just need a place where I can go & be with her. I also need that formal & public acknowledgement of such a momentous life event. I’ve been going thru all the “firsts” without her. I haven’t put up any decorations and don’t know if I will. My heartache has just keeps getting worse as the year goes on. This year I’m also missing my grandparents much more. I miss their hugs. I miss their love. I miss their wisdom. They made the holidays magical. I can’t wait for this year to be done with.

Same

My dad died August 2019 and my mom February of this year. I still feel quite broken. 

I am so sorry we all share this pain. It completely sucks ass.

This will be the 7th Christmas without Dad and I miss him terribly. He was a quiet, strong Norwegian who loved his family fiercely (although never expressed it out loud). My fondest memories of him are watching him sitting in the big recliner, holding his ever-present cup of black coffee with a smile on his face watching his grandkids open their presents on Christmas morning. How I wish he could be here for his first great-grandchild's first Christmas this year...

I miss both of my parents. They were what made the holidays special. Dad did all of the holiday cooking, and Mom did all of the holiday baking. I would go to their house in the days preceding each holiday to help with it all. My son was very close to his grandpa so he helped him while Mom and I did the baking. Come Christmas morning and Dad would put out a breakfast buffet that we ate while the kids opened their stockings. Then Mom would turn on the Christmas music and Dad would put on his Santa hat to start opening the gifts. Each year, a different grandchild would be his official helper. They would pick a present from under the tree and bring it to Grandpa who would read out the tag. Dad always pretended he couldn't read the tags and would go through funny scenarios, getting the grandkids to help him read it. Once he read the tag, the official helper grandchild would deliver the gift to the person.

Mom had a tradition from her childhood of getting those poppers that contained a gift, a wise saying or joke, and a paper hat. We would do the poppers and wear our paper hat while eating Christmas dinner.

After Dad died, the magic was gone. Mom was still the glue, but it was different. I still helped Mom bake and we still tried to get together, but it wasn't as joyous. Then when Mom died, it all stopped. I no longer see either sister due to things that went on after my parent's death. I found it healthier for me to just separate from the toxic stuff.

And of course, I miss seeing my son for our lunch get-togethers, but we text often and after the first of the year, he will be coming over to help me with preparing the house for sale. I have been packing for what seems like years. I entered a deep depression after Mom died and everything just stopped for me. My house is half packed up with boxes in all the bedrooms and garage. I try to force myself to continue, but depression is an overwhelming beast that makes some days almost impossible to get out of bed.