The holiday season is suppose to be about love and family (I’m not super religious so that side of the season isn’t as important to me). Being able to spend a day eating and drinking with people I absolutely adore always makes the day magical.
For most of my life, I spent Christmas Eve with my dad’s side of the family and Christmas day we’d go to church (up until I was in high school), visited family friends (who’ve I’ve know since I was a baby) and then spend the day with my mom’s side of the family. I love seeing all my cousins, who I don’t always get to see. As an adult, well for the last nine Christmas, since I lost my dad, my mom and I spend it with family friends we’d visit for a few hours before seeing my cousins. Since my mom grew up with their extended family, so did I having Christmas with them felt natural. They made missing my dad on the BIGGEST family holiday (in my opinion) of the year so much easier.
Even with the celebration with people I’m completely comfortable with, the holidays are so hard for me. There is a missing piece of my family’s puzzle that will never be filled.
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