grief has turned me into the grinch
t/w death and grief I look back on this time last year with a certain guilt about my ignorance and lack of thought towards grieving families at Christmas. I heavily indulged in the commercialised crap literally counting down the days with an advent calendar (that never lasted long), and shed tears over cringey adverts with a laughing family around the Christmas table, not giving a second thought to those who might not have that privilege. But having had my eyes forced open this year to the reality that Christmas is indeed not always the most wonderful time of the year, every part of me wishes I could go back to that ignorant version of myself. Just for a day perhaps. Ideally Christmas Eve where traditionally my brothers and I would escape Christmas cooking stress and go to the pub with my Dad to talk about the year that has passed. I wonder what that extremely hypothetical conversation would look like this ye...