It’s Christmas Eve and you’re not here,
There’ll never be another year
when we will feel your warm embrace
and look upon your loving face.
It’s our first Christmas without you
No wonder I am feeling blue.
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Shawn L. Bird 
It’s my experience that the blues will fade and the memory of the embrace will stay warm. It is a rite of passage for us. We are emotional beings with the gift of reason. All things must pass. It’s a cliche, but it’s true. You have the soul of a poet. Bless it.
I know that the first year, visiting all the holiday and anniversaries without the lost one are the hardest. This year is added to the grief over Dad, the profound changes in my mother after a recent stroke. She is alive, but she seems a different person; that has its own anguish.
Holidays and milestones are very hard, the first year or two. Blessed tidings to you, on these days so engulfed in celebration.
Oh I’m so sorry you have to go through all of this, I can’t even begin to imagine your pain. You have my condolences, and my prayers. I know it’s not much, but you’ll be in the thoughts of my family today. Merry Christmas, for what it’s worth.
Thanks, I appreciate that.