Bah Humbug

I am trying to get festive. I really am. But little things tick me off.

Like Christmas decorations. Particularly the really garish ones. And the plastic snowmen. The ones in our house are okay. Right now, that’s the sum total of an undecorated Christmas tree. And fairy lights that never actually went down after Christmas 2017. Somehow they have stayed permanent, if not always lit.

Like Christmas greetings. Particularly the, “2020 will be better than 2019”. Well, I heard that at the end of 2018, the end of 2017, the end of 2016 and the end of 2015. I now hold my tongue as a response, and if I am feeling benevolent respond with a light, “gosh – I do hope so”.

Like Christmas chit chat. “You must be so happy to have Ben and Megan home”. Yes – I am. And their presence, while comforting and warm and noisy and large is not comforting or warm or noisy or large enough. Julia’s absence is ever-present. More than ever. I slept in her bed two nights ago, when both my big ones were home. I have barely been in her room since she died. I haven’t wanted to be there. But I wanted to be in her bed on Saturday night. I needed to be in her bed, just as I had got Ben & Megan home safe and sound.

Like Christmas letters. I can’t even go there. But one was particularly painful as it talked of a very exciting and special time that was slap bang the day before the letter writer joined me in my family in Geneva for my youngest child’s funeral. When I think what I was doing those days – visiting the morgue, finding clothes for my dead child, meeting the celebrant and arranging for Julia’s friends to come and talk, preparing a funeral speech, arranging for beds for visitors, talking to police, cooking meals galore. Cathy N – your Christmas letter remains a firm favourite – a type of Christmas letter that I have long wanted to emulate and haven’t managed to do yet. But I live in hope.

Like Christmas cards. And Christmas envelopes. The ones that say, “Dear Emma, Ben & Megan”. The ones that say no more than “Season’s Greetings”. Or, “Enjoy the Christmas Break and here’s to 2020”.

The envelopes that now say just “Emma Pearson” and used to say “Emma Pearson and Mike Kemp”. Or “Pearson & Kemp family”. Or “The Kemps”. The ones that have NO mention of Mike or Julia. Not even with ((huggy brackets)) around them. Which by the way would be nice. Nice-r, at any rate.

SAY THEIR NAMES! PLEASE. I know they are dead. Believe me, it’s smack in my face day in day out. I haven’t forgotten.

Write their names on the card. I don’t mind if it’s in the “main headline”. I would LOVE their names to be in the main greeting. 

“Dear Emma, Ben, Megan, Mike and Julia”.

Or “Dear Emma, Ben, Megan, (Mike and Julia)”

Or do it just at the end.

I have thought about what feels right for me, in 2019. This is not to say that any of this will be valid for 2020.

“Dear Emma, Ben and Megan

Bla bla bla (puh-lease – nothing about 2020 being better than 2019, unless you are a certified fortune teller) bla bla bla, and perhaps something about knowing that it is an explicably horrible and violent time of year given everything that has gone on in our lives these past years (yes – years), and how you wish us all gentle comfort and ease to continue living with what is ours to carry.

And sending love and warmth and thinking of you all this Christmas, including and maybe especially Mike and Julia”.

As I returned home from the UK after a work trip and came across a small clutch of Christmas cards in the post, I was dismayed, my heart sank, as all but one failed to mention Mike or Julia. The one exception was from Lucy, a fellow widbud.

I wrote to my Mourning Glories widbuds and enquired as to how they felt about the gaping absences of their spouse’s name on cards, and by the way, they do not feel the same way as me. Clearly this is not a generalised complaint. Just my own.

And truth be told, I am trying to appreciate the gesture of Christmas cards. I do know that you cannot win. No words are right. There are no words that “work” when there have been so many losses. And I am sure that no Christmas card at all might actually feel worse, particularly if you’ve sent me one for 30 years.

I even feel a tiny bit ashamed of myself, not appreciating the efforts people (still) make to get proper cards in the snail mail. What a humongous task! I am not capable of it myself. I haven’t sent cards since Mike died and suspect I never will again. I don’t have it in me. (And the carbon footprint is not good, you know).

Anyway. I am not in too much of a grump. I realise that there is no winning. No words on any card are right. Naming Mike and Julia in stark ink would probably jolt me too. It would feel shocking. So few people say their names, and so it would be very courageous of you to name them in writing, and for sure it must feel mighty weird.

But for now, it’s what I want. If only in ((brackets)), or italics, or with the words “In spirit”. It’s too recent to gloss over their absence. Or indeed their presence. Still.

Oh – and Season’s Greetings by the way. I promise I will do my best to put on a cheery front for the sake of whatever.

Mostly I can do it. Until I can’t. 

(Bah Humbug!)

 


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  • Caroline Brown
    commented 2019-12-24 18:46:59 -0800
    Getting Christmas cards addressed to me only or to me and our son. Devastating.
  • indie
    commented 2019-12-21 08:20:37 -0800
    Celebrate? What?
  • Sharon Moriarty
    commented 2019-12-18 13:47:06 -0800
    Merry Christmas Emma, Ben and Megan and especially to Mike and Julia.
  • Cathy
    commented 2019-12-17 12:21:44 -0800
    Christmas decorations here in the states appear in October! Bah!

    Christmas letters…I can’t even read them anymore. They all have such perfect lives. The cards that say “have the best Christmas ever”? What are they thinking?

    My husband was diagnosed in December, we made the rounds of doctors looking for hope, only to be told to “not make any long term plans” by his primary doc, via a phone message.
    The first Christmas after Doug died, I signed both our names to cards, no one even mentioned it. Have eliminated that chore now.

    The multiple family losses (5) and friends (2) in as many years have taken a toll on me, I just want the holidays and celebrations to be over. Like you, Emma, I can put on that cheery front for only so long. Peace to all.
  • Don Yacona
    commented 2019-12-17 11:07:20 -0800
    YOu’re saying it wrong, is “Effin Bah EFFIN Humbug!”. I almost lost mine on Christmas eve day 2012. She had become a dialysis patient and was in the hospital. She had a heart attack (1st of 5) while I was on dialysis and I was told that her heart stopped for 10 minutes. While everyone was getting together with friends and family members, I spent Christmas watching her in ICU begging her not to die, Christmas can bite me,