My previous post is actually unusual for me. I'm not a very religious person. If fact as I watch the world around me I often question whether God even exists. And even if He does He can't care very much about us. My mother tried very hard to my two brothers and I a happy Christmas. Although having the anniversary of your husbands death come 8 days earlier had to have made that tough. But she tried and succeeded I think.
Over the last several years though I've started dwelling more on my father's death (suicide) as Christmas approaches and the Christmas spirit in me starts to fade. So now I've started trying to think more about what Christmas means to try to find some hope. I've found that looking into your grandchildren's faces helps a lot. I least I hope for them that there is hope.
And I hope you have a Merry Christmas.