25/12/2025
The first Christmas after you lose someone feels different in every way.
You go through the motions because you have to.
For the kids.
For the family.
For tradition.
But inside, everything feels quieter.
There are moments when the joy feels forced, when memories rise without warning.
The empty spaces feel louder than the music.
And even the simplest traditions can bring tears you didn’t expect.
And still, somehow, you keep going.
You may smile through the ache.
You may laugh, then cry, then laugh again.
You may feel grateful and broken at the same time.
If you can, pause for a moment.
Be thankful for the Christmases you shared.
For the laughter, the warmth, the love that never really leaves.
Light a candle.
Let the tears come if they need to.
And when you’re ready, begin again, carrying their memory with you.
Some loves never fade.
They simply become part of every Christmas that follows.
🤍🎄🕯️