Well, Christmas is over… thank goodness. No bah humbug here, it was just a hard one for me. We ran downstairs on Christmas morning to see what Santa brought and my daughter was so excited, she couldn’t contain herself before tearing into them. My husband made some yummy cinnamon rolls for us to nibble on while she opened her presents. We had a fun morning watching her open every fun little gift.
My in-laws came over from 11-3 and we visited and had a late lunch. I won’t lie, I was happy when it was over. I didn’t want to celebrate this year. I miss my mom and it’s not fair that she’s not here this year. My facebook feed has been filled with memories of past Christmas’ with her. I also worried about her husband alone in Florida without her. I tried to call her 2 brothers to wish them a Merry Christmas and make sure they received the package I mailed them with pictures of the family as kids. Neither of them answered, or called me back. So much for my supportive uncles. The only blood relatives I have left.
Now I need to take down my decorations and forget about it and move on, hopeful that the new year will bring some healing for me. However, I’m sad to take down the decorations because this is our last year in our house. I love this house. I don’t really want to move, but we are driving a long distance to school and it’s too much. I know it’s for the best, but it doesn’t make it easier to leave a house I love. It sort of feels like a double loss to me.
Every year when I take down my decorations, I always wonder what life will be like next year at this time. I never imagined that life would be this way. It kind of worries me what life will be like next year. I don’t like to think that way, but I can’t help it. I pray that 2019 will bring better things for my family. I pray that 2019 will bring good things for everyone reading this.