Someone is Missing at Christmas
So, this is our third Christmas since Scott’s death. I thought that each year would get easier. In so many ways it is the opposite. I didn’t expect it to be harder. I still see things and think, “oh, Scott would like that” or “oh, that would be a good gift idea for Scott.” I still avoid the men’s departments in stores as I cannot walk through or past them without thinking about clothing he would like or would have needed. Scott rarely felt the need to buy clothing for himself. I bought most of his clothing just so I wasn’t embarrassed by the condition of his clothing. (He lived in t-shirts and shorts anywhere he could get away with it, and even some places that it wasn’t quite socially appropriate.) The holidays bring a heightened sense of loss as everything is about family and thinking of or doing things with your loved ones. I think of my aunt, who is facing her first Christmas since my uncle’s death right after Christmas last yea...
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