For my mother,the holiday season was kind of a mission against darkness, starvation, and sadness and cold – everyone was welcome at her tableMy mother was one of those Southern ladies who adored the holiday season. From the first decorative gourds of descend to the full-on blaze of Christmas,the holidays were her excuse to make her already gaily-colored, sparkling world even sparklier.
So I figured the first holiday after we lost her to metastatic cancer in July 2014 was going to be its own special brand of Jingle Hell. I was worried the weight of the sadness that crept into my whole being over the course of her decline and departure from this world would just hold expanding until it crushed me completely.
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Source: theguardian.com