It wasn’t the same, but we tried. We cooked, we baked, we wrapped, we decorated, we got together… but there was a missing piece. You truly don’t realize how much someone does until they no longer do what they do. This year we realized how much Mom did.
Going in, we knew it wouldn’t be the same. Still we knew we had to try.
Thankfully we had a few more faces to join us, my new man and the best lil nephew a girl could ever have. They brought new life to the traditions and helped to ease the pain of wishing memories were something we could bring back.
Dad, my sister & I went to visit the grave and I can see it becoming a new tradition. Somber moment to honor what was. Ghost of Christmas past if you will.
Did our best to live in the present and plan for the future, but just like the lights on the tree, when one bulb goes it effects the whole strand.
Still we shine on.