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Today would be my gramma's 78th birthday. There will be no pineapple upside down cake, off key singing or presents. Just memories, tears and the longing to have those we love close by.
People say that the holidays are when you feel the loss the most, which I assume is because the rest of the world is feeling cheerful so it's a glaring reminder of the sorrow hiding off in the corner of your heart.
A few years ago, gramma confessed to me that she hated Christmas because she felt so alone. I suppose when both your parents have passed away and your husband died young and left you with three small children, it would seem pretty lonely. But it was such a shock to me because she always made the holidays seem like the holidays - bringing joy to all of us with festive socks and earrings, having the family together and presents wrapped in tissue paper.
She was the queen of bucking up and making the best of what you've got. If a few extra guests come to dinner, put a few more chairs around the table. The broccoli is a little overcooked, squeeze some lemon juice to cover up the taste. Feeling blue? Put some lipstick on and smile, eventually that feeling of sorrow will fade. Mostly, enjoy every precious moment, be surprised by little things and laugh at yourself.