"Missing You at Christmas Mum" Glass Memorial Robin Heart Plaque with Tealight Holder

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My mum did meet my son and for that I am so grateful but they only had 4 months in each others lives. She has been been reported missing alongside her three children Errol, age four, and James, and Mary, both one.

I do try and appreciate it as a close bereavement makes you realise what you have and how short life is. Brought two of these memorial keepsakes - one for myself in memory of my brother who passed away last year and another for my mum who lost her father recently. Please be gentle and forgiving with yourself and those around you and try to remember to add rest and recovery to the top of your to-do list. Turning off the personalised advertising setting won’t stop you from seeing Etsy ads, but it may make the ads you see less relevant or more repetitive.Living with the loss of a loved one is always hard, but grief can feel more acute at certain times of the year. My doctor unhelfully I think said to me that people grieve until they get bored of grieving, I was thrown into my own crisis 3 months after she died as I received a cancer diagnosis and found that was all I could think about, rather than missing my mum so I don’t know if other than listening to you that I can help. With Christmas looming and over 67,000 Covid-19 related deaths in the UK alone, thousands of families will be facing up to that challenge in a matter of days. Neither of them can ever be your own flesh and blood but they’ll do the best that they can to give you and your DD the best time humanly possible . I feel like my children will never miss my mum being there as they are only 3 and 1 so it will have never been the norm for her to be there.

She loved Christmas and the first year was hard because it felt so different, her presence so notably missing, and I struggled trying to replicate her version of Christmas for my Dad and siblings, which of course I couldn't really do. It’s never easy remembering the night he died, or even talking about it, but doing so has become part of my healing process. Like freshly fallen snow, my tears fall as a reminder of those I miss in Heaven this holiday season.

Like a filter or a film or a fog or some kind of substance that kept it ever so slightly out of reach. It’s going to be my second Christmas without my mum and my best friend in the whole world and nearly two years since she was taken from us so suddenly.