Loss Amidst the Merrymaking
Again at Christmas did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The silent snow
possessed the earth,
And calmly fell our Christmas Eve.
The Yule log sparkled keen with frost,
No wing
of wind the region swept,
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
Alfred
Tennyson
Memories of birthdays, anniversaries, summer vacations and personal milestones are
always there to make grief fresh again. Any "first time around" occasion without our loved one sharpens our awareness
of the loss. Visit The First time Around for thoughts on other holidays and significant days on the calendar.
Because the shadow
that hovers over special events can last a lifetime, I am leaving the holiday section on the site year round for all
the seasons of your grief. Please visit any time.
Go to next page: The Holiday Blues
