24/12/2025
As we get ready to face our first Christmas without you here I am unsure of how I'm feeling. It's almost like I am stuck.
Christmas time was when you were diagnosed 3 yrs ago. Your first surgery on the 23rd, first chemo on the 24th. I have the smells of the hospital linger in the air around this time of year. The sanitiser, the soap, the alcohol wipes, your breath after going under anaesthesia. The spew, the vomit. The way that my skin tingled if I got any of your bodily fluids on me while you were having chemo. That's what Christmas feels like to me.
At the same time though, I hear giggles, I feel joy and love and excitement, because through all of it we showed up for each other and lived like little kids. With a love for Santa, the community and local events and of course presents!! You and Ella showed me Christmas in every possible brilliant way it dims the hard stuff but it's still there.
Now that I am experiencing Christmas since you died it's all of those things but something more too. A weight or a magnet in my chest pulling me, away from the present, longing to be with you or you with me. I feel you with us and then at times I don't because I feel so many other things too.
This is a hard time of year for so many families. Too many. We remember our angels every day but tonight as you put presents under the tree and get ready to gather with your family, be sure to share a moment of acknowledgement for those whose lives are turned inside out by the tragedy of a new diagnosis, who have to leave their Christmas morning before even eating breakfast to head to the hospital for a fever. For the kids who are too sick to eat and miss out on sharing Christmas with their siblings.
Wishing your Christmas to be the best you can make of it, with all the love you have in your heart and remember to take the photos. All of them. Even if mum protests, take them of her with these kids. Be sneaky about it and share it only to her or surprise her by printing them off later. Make sure they are the candid ones too and not just the posed/forced ones. Get that glimmer in her eye that she has only for her children and Mum's, don't forget the Dads.
We will live buddy, we will show up for each other and I know you will be with us. Merry Christmas ππ π