Letter ID: LON-202011
Dear London,
Last Christmas was the first one without my gran.
She was 86 when we lost her, just a few days before the festive season. In our family, Christmas has always meant one thing. Her house. The big table. Everyone squeezed in together. The same smells, the same jokes, the same familiar chaos. She held it all together without even trying.
This year, with her gone, none of us really knew what to do.
Her house was no longer an option, so I offered my flat instead. It felt like the right thing to do. If Christmas couldn’t be the same, at least we could still be together. But even saying it out loud felt strange. Hosting Christmas without her felt like stepping into a role that didn’t quite belong to anyone.
When the day came, the strangeness only grew.
Some family members tried to act like everything was normal. Same conversations. Same routines. Almost like if we ignored the empty space, it wouldn’t hurt as much. Others couldn’t hide it. A few broke down quietly. A few didn’t even try to hold it in. Around the dinner table, there was tension instead of laughter. Silence instead of jokes. Everyone was present, but something was missing.
Her chair.
That morning, there had been talk of visiting her grave. I thought I could handle it. I told myself it might bring some comfort. But when the time came, I couldn’t bring myself to go. The idea of standing there on Christmas Day, in the cold, without her voice or her smile, felt like too much. Some of the family still went. I stayed behind, trying to hold myself together in my own way.
Grief doesn’t look the same for everyone. I’m learning that.
What I do know is this. Christmas without her doesn’t feel like Christmas. It feels like a reminder of what we’ve lost. The woman who fed us all, welcomed everyone, and made sure no one ever felt left out.
I keep wondering if it will ever feel normal again. Or if Christmas will always carry this quiet ache now that she isn’t here.
Maybe time will soften it.
Maybe it won’t.
For now, all I know is that we showed up for each other. Even when it was hard. Even when it felt wrong. And maybe that’s what she would have wanted most.
A grandson who misses his gran
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