What moved you to tears this festive season ?

Oh SisterAct your poor friend she must have felt so deserted. Thoughtless family.

Everything at.the moment. I am terribly weepy.

Watching and listening to my dad cry for his best friend (my mum) him hearing her voice calling him night and daytime and him going in other rooms to look for her.

No he hasn't got dementia, he is just distraught after loosing her early September.

Hearing my friend who had decided not to do Christmas lunch with her son & partner and partners family but promised her an Xmas meal, forgot to take it to her, and blamed it on drink !!
There were 6 adults,3 children 2 Generations and no one Thought of her. She had a cheese sandwich and went to bed at 6. They didn’t even know until she broke down on Boxing Day night when he rang

My first Christmas without my dear husband - says it all really.

Whilst the bells were ringing 12.00 N.Y.E. I went to do my usual opening of front and back door to let the new year in and old year out. On opening the front door I found just about the whole street at their front doors (well distanced from their neighbours) with glasses in their hands, toasting 2021 in. Someone broke into Auld Lang's Ayne, with the whole street gradually joining in, yes, there were tears in my eyes. Then a shouting of 'good nights', we all disappeared. Totally unarranged. I won't forget that for a long time

On Christmas Day I chatted to all my family via technology and put on a brave face in spite of missing them all, then my youngest son called me in the evening just to check that I was really okay. He mentioned that it must be very hard for me to be apart from the family when we’re usually all together for the holiday and his kindness just undid me. I quickly pulled myself together, but treasure his thoughtfulness.

The death of my best friend's Mum on December 29th - non-Covid. She had had a massive stroke and was 94 but my mind set off of a journey of remembrance of when we became best friends, climbing over her fence into the woods, parties we were at, flute lessons, still being BF when I was training to be a nurse and she was doing secretarial work, helping her get away from an abusive husband, meeting her new husband, our children growing up as best friends and now their children. She was always present throughout - as sharp as a tack and very cheerful. I found it weird that I became tearful as I'm not usually like that - perhaps as we have missed almost a year of meeting up or that my Mum is 85. I don't know or maybe it's lockdown.

Oh merlotgran that's so lovely - I'm welling up just reading that. Must pull myself together - feeling emotional most of the time now ~ so many things happening around us with lots of chopping and changing and uncertainty ~ plays havoc with the emotions

I coped with Christmas Day on my own (just) as I made a huge effort to be cheerful and the daughters kept me busy with Zooms and FaceTimes, but Boxing Day was dire. I was so low I just switched my phone off, declined a walk with a neighbour as I knew I was going to be such bad company - and yes- I was reduced to tears.
Glad when Christmas was over

Sitting at the table to eat my Christmas dinner alone it was awful no one to share a smile with or chat to. Feeling sorry for myself.

Opening a framed Christmas card from DGS2 and his girlfriend. It was a collage of photos taken the day they spent with us when the first lockdown eased and we had a lovely lunch in the garden. The weather was perfect.

They didn't need to sign it. They just wrote, 'Distance means nothing......We love you xx'

Nortsat I’m with you. I literally start crying at anything at the moment - must have a lot of built up emotions. Some terribly sad things on tv, the news etc. People arguing about all sorts (even on Gransnet) and the world being in such a bad way at the moment. I give thanks every day for at least one good thing in my life, I can always find several and it makes things less depressing.

Nearly went on NYE as DH and I stood at midnight and had a great big hug.

The news yesterday that two dear friends have become engaged - on the 48th anniversary of my own engagement to late OH. They are lovely young people and so utterly 'right' together. It's so long since I heard any real good news, I cried with happiness most of the afternoon.

Now my eyeballs are leaking again! ?

Reading these posts and almost anything else at the moment.

Like so many others, I had to cancel Christmas staying with family at last minute. My neighbours made sure I didn't run short of food & brought round a lovely Christmas dinner with all the trimmings & even came Boxing day with 'leftovers' which saw me through another couple of days, until I was able to get an online grocery slot. I was overwhelmed with their kindness & generosity.

Too many things to list - sometimes the silliest things! Two of my grandchildren sent regular little videos during the festive season, which I loved, so I guess they were “good” tears!

Kittylester, yes that was a really sad story about Rob Burrows and makes us count our blessings. What a lovely family they all are.

A Happy New Year greeting from a Facebook friend in New Zealand, where obviously it was the New Year even before I'd gone to bed on NYE. The thought that some part of the world had made it into 2021 really did being a tear to my eye.

FannyCornforth

Realising that DH has long covid and life isn't going to be the same again.

It will take time, but hopefully he will improve.Adjusting to a different pace of life for you both?

GagaJo

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.

So very sad.
Will you try to find a teaching job in the UK this year?

Seeing Rob Burrows on the television. Our daughters have a friend, about the same age, who was diagnosed with MND at about the same time and who is also doing his bit to raise money for research. He was a well regarded triathlete and is a lovely chap.

The fact that my 7 GGC had no dad this last Christmas, whereas he was with them last year up until March, and the thought of one of them sitting on his hospital bed, colouring her book and not wanting to leave after visiting had finished----it just smashes you. Heartbreaking.

I was going to post something here but it's just too sad so I deleted it.