Here Come the Holidays

Here we go again. The holiday season. The days of anticipation, the smell of cinnamon in the air, the crisp breeze, the family togetherness. The days get shorter and colder, but they also used to be cozy and inviting. Now they are just dark and dreary, lifeless. I used to love sweater weather, getting outdoors, then coming home and curling in front of the fire. Now I just want to hide, bury myself. I would love to just curl up into a tight little ball, lay under a mound of blankets, only to emerge in January when the joy and excitement has passed me by. I want nothing to do with any of it. I just want to envelop myself in darkness and ignorance, go through the motions to just get through the days, and hide away once again. And to be honest, that is probably what I will do.

Ariella loved Thanksgiving. She made placemats and decorations for the table. She wrote a menu. She set the tables hours before our family was going to arrive. Thanksgiving without Ariella is just not Thanksgiving. And while I know that there are many things for which I could be, should be, thankful, the only thing I really feel thankful for anymore is that I got to be Ariella’s mom. That I got to know, and parent, and love Ariella, and feel her love in return. That I got to feel her hand in mine, feel her arms around my neck. That I got to share in her joy, nurture her, see the world through her eyes. Otherwise, not feeling grateful for much of anything. Other than sadness and pain, I don’t feel much of anything. I am definitely not feeling any type of joy or happiness for the days to come.

Last year David and I went away for Thanksgiving. For several reasons, that isn’t possible this year. But the last thing I want is a traditional, family dinner where all I will notice is Ariella’s glaring absence. So we aren’t doing it. We aren’t spending Thanksgiving with the rest of our family, where people will be laughing and joyous and happy to be together (and with Covid numbers on an alarming rise it’s not a good idea to have gatherings anyway). We aren’t having a Thanksgiving that looks like our usual holidays. I don’t know how we will mark the holiday, if we even will mark it in some way. If I could go to sleep the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and wake up Friday, I would. If I could go to sleep Wednesday and wake up in January I would. Because Thanksgiving is just the beginning. I know there are plenty of people grieving the holidays because of the pandemic. Because they may not get to spend the days with their loved ones. Because the holidays will look different for most, not just us. But for us, it’s permanent. We will never get to spend another holiday with complete joy and excitement. We will always feel incomplete. We will always feel Ariella’s absence, not just on the holidays, but every day. And the last thing I want to do is celebrate anything without Ariella.

I don’t sing along with the radio anymore. I don’t dance. I no longer find joy in the simple things; a beautiful day, a field of sunflowers, a happy song. I’ve heard that one day I will feel happiness again but right now I just feel empty, numb. Wondering what the point of it is, the point of life. I am certainly not finding joy in the holidays. There is none, not without Ariella. Please consider this when caring for someone who is grieving. Don’t wish them happy holidays without thought. Sure, your intent may be good but there comes a time when intent just doesn’t matter anymore. Insensitive comments hurt, well-intentioned or not. If you have a relationship with a grieving person, you have to put thought and care into what you say. Don’t ignore them on the holidays. Let them know you are there, that you are thinking about them. If they don’t want to celebrate, bring them a meal so they don’t have to cook, or take them out for a drink, or go grocery shopping for them so they aren’t slapped in the face with the holiday décor and foods, or offer to take care of their pet so they can get away. Meet them where they are, not where you want them to be. It’s not fun walking on eggshells around someone you care about, but you may just have to at times if you want to keep a relationship with a person who is deeply grieving.