Grieving Through the Holidays

I know I’m not the only one who is feeling the effects of the season. Grieving during “normal” times is a full-time job.  Throw in 2 or 3 holidays back-to-back and whatever milestones we might have in the middle…well…we’re all working on nervous breakdowns of epic proportions.

I think one of the cruelest things about the holidays (and this may just be me) is that we’re dealing with something we used to look forward to so much. And it’s turned into something we can barely get through.

My first Christmas without my husband was definitely the hardest.  That should come as no surprise.  It came about 4 months after his death and the truth is, I was still in such a fog that I really hadn’t given much thought as to how exactly I would get through it (that worry came the second year when I was actually with-it enough to worry).

You Can’t Outrun Grief

To tell you the truth, memories of that first Christmas are just now starting to resurface.  Everything was so crazy at that point; I really don’t remember much.  I would say that that first Christmas really came at the peak of my “manic” phase.  I was running around like the Tasmanian Devil right after he died in July.  And then I completely crashed the February after.

That was my first valuable Grief Lesson…you can’t outrun it.  It’s within you and will find its way out somehow.

I couldn’t sit still.  I didn’t want to think about what had happened or exactly how I was going to make this new life work.  I actually think I was too crazy for therapy at that point.

Yikes.

Crazy at Christmas

I was delusional enough that I had completely tricked myself into thinking I was the same person I had always been.  I wanted to assure everyone around me that nothing had changed.  You don’t have to be uncomfortable around me!  Sure, our family is missing one person, but heck, we can do this!  I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for us…we’re fine!

Webster’s just called recently and asked if they could put my 2007 picture next the word “denial.”  I told them no.  That really wasn’t my best hair year.

As I was getting ready to decorate my house this year, feeling a little less overwhelmed and a little more hopeful than I have in Christmases past, I talked to my sister and said, “Do you remember that first Christmas and that party I gave?  Was I crazy or what?”

And her response was, “Yup.  You pretty much were.”

Don’t ask a question you don’t want to know the answer to.

I got it into my head, somewhere around the middle of November, that I was going to have a party.  None of this widowing stuff for me!  I was going to invite every single person I knew over and throw a shindig like they had never seen before. They would see what grieving through the holidays was really like!

Decorating Everything

Not only that, but I decided to invite people over I knew to sell stuff.  I had a different vendor in every room of the main floor of my house.  Pampered Chef in the kitchen, jewelry in the living room, purses in the TV room, chocolate in the dining room. If I could have figured out someone appropriate for the bathroom, I would have booked them.

I decorated every square inch.  And when I ran out of decorations, I went and bought more.  Greenery on every surface I could think of.  White lights everywhere. I didn’t stop until it looked like Christmas threw up in my house.

Of course, manic decorating has to end at some point.  The guests come and then they leave.  And then I was stuck with a whole bunch of Christmas cheer and no one to share it with.

Kind of made me want to torch the whole thing.

Now, this story may strike some people as odd.  Most of the emails and comments I see are from people who can’t seem to rouse themselves out of their grief-induced stupor to put any decorations up.  And I get that…that was year 2 for me (I’ve always told you guys I’m a weird griever).

Of course, the reason why I’m probably not hearing from the more manic people is because they’re running around too fast trying to make a grid with Christmas lights on their lawn.  The more relaxed grievers have more time to write in.

Some Things I’ve Learned

Coming up on Christmas number 4, I think I’ve figured a few things out.  I have had to reverse my thinking about this time of year.  Instead of expecting to whoop it up at a bunch of parties and see every single person from my past within a 2-week time period, I’m looking forward to just being in my house with my Netflix subscription and endless cups of hot tea.

Instead of trying to hit every Christmas program I can find, I’ve told my kids to choose one and we’ll make an event out of it.  Instead of expecting myself to jolly everyone else along for the next few weeks, I’ll celebrate the fact that I’m just getting through it.

This year, I’ve learned to say “no” a little more and commit myself to less which leads to me feeling not quite so overwhelmed and exhausted.

I’ve learned to change my expectations a little.  Just temporarily.  There comes a point when you have to realize that you can’t completely recreate the magic of Christmases past.  Actually, you’ve already probably had to make that kind of transition before.  Holidays as an adult are really not the same as they are as a child.

New Traditions

As you’ve grown, you’ve had to change how you celebrate and make your own magic.  When you got married, you had to blend your traditions together to create something new.  If you had children, you had to change again, from letting the wine flow on Christmas Eve to drinking coffee so you didn’t completely screw up Barbie’s Dreamhouse.  And now that you’ve lost your partner in crime, those traditions have to be changed yet again.

But coming from someone who is working her way out the other side into a new life she wasn’t expecting…it will get better.  There is still joy to be had.  Miracles still find a way into our lives.  At some point…the lights will twinkle again and you’ll find yourself gazing at a house with really hideous decorations with a little grin on your face. Grieving through the holidays is not so bad.

And if you hit your manic phase later than I did, be aware: it could be your house.

Catherine Tidd may be reached at her website Catherine Tidd

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