As I busy myself getting ready for Christmas, my heart isn’t altogether in it this year. Several friends have lost a loved one in the past two weeks and then there is the situation in Newtown where so many young, precious children and their teachers were struck down and violently murdered before their lives had hardly begun.
Christmas is so synonymous with family and friends, and for those whose loved one won’t be there it serves as a cruel reminder of their loss, of the glaring hole in their family. It has been glibly recommended that the family start new traditions, and yes, maybe in the years ahead they might, but it seems to me that following their usual patterns for the season may actually be comforting in a world where everything has changed for them.
While I may be gathering around the fire to celebrate with my husband, children and their partners, I am only too well aware that others are not so blessed.
My thoughts are with you.