How do I get over my sadness at Christmas that the large family gatherings we once had are no more?
Grandparents died, people moved, two aunts disowned each other. The 41 people we once had in Mom’s family is now six people. On my Dad’s side, much smaller family, no one comes to town now that the grandparents have died.
Last Christmas I was just sad all day like I was at a funeral. I don’t want to repeat that this year. I feel like a kid would if he or she learns there’s no Santa and therefore gets no presents anymore but one or two.
Sorry had to give anonymous best answer for that horrible answer. It’s actually a pretty funny story assuming it’s made up.
- Anonymous2 months agoFavorite Answer
Late Christmas week I was rushing around trying to get some last minute
shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the season
right then. It was dark, cold and wet in the parking lot as I started
loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy. I noticed that I
was missing a receipt that I might need later. So, mumbling under my breath,
I retraced my steps to the mall entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet
sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years
old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged
flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough, he
was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand.
Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was
wrong. He told me his sad story.
He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four
sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was
poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made very little to
support her large family. Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save
two hundred dollars to buy her children Christmas presents. The young boy
had been dropped off by his mother on the way to her second job. He was to
use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to
take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall when a boy grabbed one
of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the night.
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.
The boy said, "I did."
"And nobody came to help you?" I queried.
The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.
"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.
The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"
I realized that absolutely no one could hear that poor boy cry for help.
So I grabbed his other hundred dollar bill and ran.
- Anonymous2 weeks ago
Just smile more and it will shift your focus.
- 2 months ago
try and move on, nothing last forever in this life.
- FireplaceLv 62 months ago
Try drinking yourself into a stupor.
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- Anonymous2 months ago
Cry, it is okay, Christmas is a day for sorrow.
- Anonymous2 months ago
The pall you personally spread among the survivors, is one of the key reasons the remaining family members choose not to get together at Christmas. The sadness at Christmas is your doing. No one wants to travel out of town to a sad, cheerless affair.
- David B.Lv 72 months ago
Maybe you should be planning on creating your own family.