I remember the first Christmas after my first husband went to Heaven in August of 2005. It was a very fragmented and foggy time. I missed appointments, tears were a given at any moment and I got really sick with bronchitis that first Christmas without John. We used to get up early on the 25th and drive two hours north to Christmas dinner at my parents. That year I drove alone…and cried all the way. Looking back I know the best things that people could do for me was to listen – no fixing needed – and tell me stories about John. Don’t be afraid to talk about your loved ones. Here is some great insight into the holidays and grieving.