first christmas tree in six decembers. six christmas in which i grew older than you used to be. six without you, my role model, my guardian angel, you how have watched over me for almost 25 years.
it was time to celebrate again, in remebrance of all 24 christmas we were fortunate to have. for the simplicity of a childhood when being together was more than enough.
i want to believe that 2022 will bring me joy. bring us all the hope we need, the hope we lacked since we have departed.
i dedicate this christmas to you, my loved one. to a family so broken hearted that will never recover again. to those who lost someone and miss them deeply and more acutely than ever.
to those lucky enough to not have met this kind of pain.
christmas is not always the most fortunate event for someone who lost a part of themselves. there are mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, uncles, grandparents, friends out there in the world where winter holidays are a cruel reminder of the place left empty at the dinner table.
to them, i tell to you all, be kind. don’t let your social media happiness be a bigger burden to them.
reach out. call a friend. ask a simple question: “how are you?”, and mean it. make them feel seen. acknowledge their loss. be kind to the fact that it might not be the most wonderful time of the year for them.
and then again, show your loved ones you care deeply about them.
protect and cherish them as good as you can – especially in these very difficult times. be home for christmas. show up at the dinner table. wish your grandparents “happy holidays”.
at the end of the day, when things get better, when things get worse, all we need is the certainty that somewhere in the world there’s a shoulder you can lean on.
i will end this letter with the hope for a better 2022.
let’s embrace what we have with joy and try to make the best even of the most difficult times we are getting through.
stay safe and happy holidays.
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