For years I have digested the data regarding elevated suicide rates at Christmas time and thought to myself, "Only a wimp would commit suicide" and "How could anyone not appreciate the joy of Christmas?" Now, after having such a year of loss I am gaining new perspective. Everything I do and every holiday experience I have just brings home the fact that my mother is gone forever and she cannot enjoy this holiday season or share her love with us. I watch television to divert my focus and I see funerals and other losses in the themes of the shows though I'm sure these concepts are not the main focus of the majority of the television audience.
I am finally realizing that not everyone is as stony as I am. I give thanks for my stalwart demeanor and know if I didn't have it I would be a statistic but, I am now embarrassed I didn't allow understanding for those with less strength. It makes me want to seek out those who live on shaky emotional foundations and hold them until this season has passed. I am ashamed of my critical opinions of past regarding those who opt out of life. I hope I get a chance this holiday season to help someone who needs it.
Today, a gift arrived for my children that my mother purchased prior to her death. She did this with a negative balance in her checkbook prior to the arrival of her retirement check. She had nothing on a daily basis (although she wouldn't tell us that), but couldn't stop giving. This loss is great.

I have no idea how long this emotional devastion will last, but somehow I think I may carry it to my grave.
Gentlemen, keep your eyes pealed for folks who aren't happy around you during this season and reach out to them if you can.