mary kate
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When my mother died, on 22 December 2012, my father wheeled himself into the room to proclaim the Catholic prayer for the dead: ‘Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her.’ He was in a wheelchair, and already in serious decline, when he made his prayer. And his heart just broke with the loss of his “little Irish girl from Perth” (which is what he always called our mother). He died not 3 months later, on 14 March 2013.
Christmas is my favourite holiday, but Christmas has just not been the same for me, ever since.
For a couple of years after my mother’s death, I just didn’t do Christmas, just could not do it. This year, I am trying to honour the memory of my mother by keeping Christmas, by keeping up all of the family traditions. Sometimes this makes me smile; sometimes this makes me break down and dissolve into tears.
It’s a really difficult time of year for those of us who are grieving. Holiday grief is real.
Christmas is my favourite holiday, but Christmas has just not been the same for me, ever since.
For a couple of years after my mother’s death, I just didn’t do Christmas, just could not do it. This year, I am trying to honour the memory of my mother by keeping Christmas, by keeping up all of the family traditions. Sometimes this makes me smile; sometimes this makes me break down and dissolve into tears.
It’s a really difficult time of year for those of us who are grieving. Holiday grief is real.



