I hate this time of year.
I don’t hate the things I do this time of year. I don’t hate seeing family and friends. I don’t hate hosting the big family gathering and dinner between Christmas and New Year’s, though I admit the cleaning the house ahead of time is tedious. I really like seeing family and friends and feeding them and drinking with them.
My mom died early in December. Not long after Thanksgiving. This was her time of year. I like feeding people, and I got it from her. And with everything I do, every gathering I attend, every meal I host, she is no longer there.
I have no holiday spirit. I love my friends and family. I love hosting and feeding them. But I could have just as much fun doing it in May.
Oh, honey bunny, I hear you. We lost my brother the Sunday before Thanksgiving, and his absence is still palpable even all these years later.