Not seeing my two GGC dashing in to give me hugs,and not having the head of the household sitting in his Captains chair at the head of the table after loosing him the xmas before it was very tearful.
Yesterday it was watching the New Years Day Concert by the Vienna Philharmonic... and the moving speech given by the conductor Ricardo Muti ??? about the value of music in these troubled times.
Obviously, not being able to get home to see family.
But what reduced me to a blubbering wreck was hearing that my grandson (2, was expecting me home) had started thinking he saw me in the shops, on a bus etc and asking his mum if it was me. Oh lord, I'm off again. Breaks my heart that he is missing me.
Opening our M&S food hamper from DD in Australia, reading the little card that accompanied it, just realising how many Christmases it has been since we actually spent the day with her (18), and just feeling sad about it all.
Watching a golden oldie on telly and remembering where it took place, who I was with etc. All past joy surrounding that time rushed backed and emotionally crippled me. Happily I am in recovery and am as grateful as I can be for what I now have.
Opening my christmas cards off my grandchildren and at the bottom of the card they wrote ( love you grandma and really really miss you and our cuddles}. That`s it i`m off again.
For me it was not missing the GC because we saw them open their presents via Zoom. It was not having two to cater for instead of hoards , that was rather good . It was not the total lack of presents because that is what we ask for but hearing a lone bagpiper playing " When the Battle's Over " from the battlements of Edinburgh castle really moved me .