I read through my last few blogs (which no one else read, which is fine...) and thought, how sad. I love the holidays, and I know that even though I am sad that he's not here, I am going to have a good Christmas for my daughter. I owe her.
So we're going to my parents this holiday, and I have mixed feelings about it. When we were there for Thanksgiving, my mom intentionally invited the local 68+ jet set group over for desserts and drinks after dinner.
Me: Mom, you said this was going to be just a small gathering...
Mom: Well, I thought it would be good to have some people over... Just the Bonds... and the Pattersons. And then we were going to have the Yarusses over, and we had to have the Paulsons. If you have the Paulsons, we needed to have Pat and Margaret...
You get the picture. What she was really saying was, "I am terrified that the melancholy will over take you and you will begin crying again, so I am going to make sure that there are a ton of people around to engage you.
Nothing like being in a room with like 14 people who are literally twice your age, and you're the only widow. It's awesome.
