My wonderful husband died nine years ago and for the 50 years we were married, I always put on Christmas dinner for all our family of the past, aunts, uncles, parents, nephews and nieces who have all now sadly died a long time ago. Ever since my husband died I have spent Christmas at one son's home or another son's home.
I now know what my old mum felt like when my dad died so many years ago when we did the same for her, inviting her to our home for Christmas and other occasions but until now I never realised that she felt like a parcel being past from pillar to post and felt like she was an inconvenience, even though I don't for one minute think our family think of me that way but that is what I feel like.
I will be going over to one of our sons on Christmas day morning, have lunch and then come back home about 5 in the afternoon. I can honestly say that once I am home, I can close the door, breathe a sigh of relief that it is now all over and settle down to doing what I want to do when I want to do it.
I do appreciate being invited on Christmas day, but until you lose the love of your life, it is a sad feeling, leaving the house on Christmas day for a few hours where we spent so many years of fantastic Christmases together and I am so grateful to be back home once again after it is all over with.
After all these years without my soulmate, I still say good morning love when I get up and when I go to bed I say goodnight love and when I go out shopping I say I won't be long and when I get home again I say, I am home love.
We never get over losing the love of our life but we do learn to live a different kind of life but it is not the life we thought we would end our days with.