Here comes the 2nd Christmas. Last Christmas was filled with intense sorrow. Especially during the days leading up to it. Didn’t buy any presents for my children. Didn’t put up a tree. We spent Christmas day with the in-laws and they did have some nice gifts for the children. I was grateful for that.
So here come the 2nd Christmas. I did buy presents for my children this year. Thought that I would get a tree, but I never did. My son won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon and will probably only be home for a day. My daughter went away for a couple of days. She will be back home tomorrow.
So I’m not sobbing today like I was one year ago. I’m not feeling horrible. But I’m certainly not feeling very good at all. Not sure what the right word is to describe it. Melancholy?