The first Christmas after my son died, I remember making a list of "wishes" with my then four-year old daughter. Her long list included barbies, games, books and yogi bear. My list was much shorter and yet also impossible. I just wanted my son back. I remember being surrounded by family during the holidays that first year and yet I also know that it was the loneliest I have ever been.
Grief is like that.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/607491/the_gift_of_healing_from_grief.html
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