"I don't know how to spend the day," she
Lamented.
"It's just my son and me and he wants no
Company. He's grieving in his own way."
I wished we lived closer.
I would drop in to give her a hug and share a
Mug of hot chocolate.
I'd tell her about my first Christmas without Min when
The girls were still small.
I was so weighted down my feet would barely move.
But a more seasoned widow told me, "At Christmas
You must be brave for the girls' sake."
And so we endured.
With broken hearts the three of us "did"
Christmas.
I wish I had a formula for dealing with
Christmas grief.
I have none.
Do what you must, friend, what is important to
You, and omit the meaningless.
When you need to cry, sob hard on His
Shoulder knowing He is collecting your tears.
And be brave.