It’s so hard to believe we are headed into our third Christmas without Seth. Sometimes it feels like the last Christmas we had with him was just yesterday. Other times I can’t even remember what we did on our last Christmas together. I guess that is bound to happen considering we never would have expected that 2017 would be our last Christmas together.
As I think about the last few years, I’m reflecting on how this journey continues to evolve. Year one I was in a fog. Year two I was tired. Now we are now deep into the holiday season, with Christmas just a few days away. I’m finding that in year three I’m lonely. Aching for the life we had and deeply feeling the void Seth’s passing left in our lives.
As we’ve all experienced, this year has been like no other. Loneliness has been felt by all of us in one way or another. Our lives have been upended, our routines have changed, our ‘normal’ won’t be ‘normal’ again for quite some time…if not ever. And the loneliness of quarantining, plans being cancelled, not being with others, has been exhausting.
We will all have a new ‘normal’ to adjust to as we emerge from this pandemic. And if anyone knows how to endure navigating a new ‘normal’ that will never feel ‘normal’ it’s a widow. We keep swimming through life. Keep putting one foot in front of the other. Keep doing what we can to get out of bed. And us solo moms keep taking care of our kids the best we can. Knowing that there will always be a void. The felling that something is missing. And knowing we will never really feel ‘normal’ again.
So, while my loneliness for Seth is nothing new, it’s hitting me even harder this year. It has been felt deeply throughout this crazy year of 2020. Not having him to quarantine with. Not having him to share the burden of being home 24/7. Not having anyone who can give me a break or give the kids a break from me. Not having him here to help me navigate losing and finding a new job.
While I wasn’t surprised I’d feel the loneliness this holiday season, it hit me hard this weekend. As I was shopping for the last of the Christmas gifts, I felt more alone than I ever had while wandering the toy aisle. I debated what to buy for stocking stuffers and had to go with my gut and didn’t have anyone else to help decide. I came home and started to wrap gifts and began to think about what needed to be done this week, it hit me again that it’s just me to think about what needs to be done. I need to make the magic of the holidays happen. Alone. Again. I felt sad, deflated, and empty.
I deeply miss taking a day off work for us to go Christmas shopping and have lunch. I miss listening to Christmas music as we wrap presents and talk about how excited the kids will be on Christmas morning. I miss sitting by the tree at night with a glass of wine and talking about all of the vacations and places we visited when we bought our favorite ornaments.
I’m lonely for Seth. I’m lonely for those ‘normal’ things we would do. For those beautiful and fun moments together. It’s just not the same to shop alone. Wrap gifts alone. Sit by the tree at night alone. And even two and a half years into this journey, the loneliness doesn’t get any easier.
And I’m lonely for the kids, too. Knowing that they are at such fun ages and Seth would be eating them up. He would have loved to build the Barbie Dreamhouse and play dolls with our daughter. Would have figured out the Nintendo Switch and would be so excited every time our son won a new level in his game. And he would have loved us all sitting on the couch together watching football.
And I think this year I’m realizing this will be my new ‘normal’ for the foreseeable future. I will always have the loneliness and aching in my heart. The loneliness of him no longer in our daily lives. However, I’ll continue to do what I can to make this a great year for our kids. We will share stories about Seth. Get excited about their presents. Make a big breakfast. Laugh and smile. We will watch football and build the Dreamhouse and figure out the video games. We will do our best to make the holidays feel ‘normal’ when they never really will be again.
Thank you for writing. I just lost my soulmate, best friend and partner in November. I will always love him and miss him. I write about him on my blog and it makes me feel better to keep sharing our love and our life together and my life now without him here physically.
I’m so very sorry for your loss and my heart is with you. Keep writing as it will continue to help you and those that you shar it with. You are strong and brave and I’m so proud of you! Sending hugs – Dena
The loneliness that I felt with the loss of my husband has never left me for almost 22 years. I am most keenly aware of his absence during special moments that I wish he was here to share & especially at Christmas. No one can understand the depth of the emptiness except for another widow. This year with the pandemic has only exacerbated the overwhelming sense of loss trying to make do on our own & face any fears without the love of our life at our side. Praying for all widows to have the strength & courage to carry on 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
You are so right that only a fellow widow can understand the pain and loneliness. Sending you so much love and continued strength.