Last night I put up my Christmas tree and cried. It happens every year. Well, at least every year since my mom passed away, that is (making this the 22nd consecutive year of hanging bulbs and wiping tears). And since my dad’s passing seven years ago, the tears have kinda doubled. Such is to be expected, I guess. Many of those 22 years, I felt such immense shame for feeling sadness. “There are people who would give anything to have what you have, Heather.” “You have food in the fridge and a roof over your head. You are blessed in … Continue reading I Thought I Hated Christmas, But I Just Needed To Stop Hiding My Grief