Just a totally different post.
Today at my work we had what we call Kick of to Christmas. Where we give thanks to the community for supporting our small buisness. Everything is free for everyone that shows up.
There was pizza, cake, drinks, facepainting, and more. Below are a bunch of pictures (I was Santa). I will bring the joy of the pics before I get into the grief part.
Oh, ya, we had hair feathering also. First time I have ever heard of it. lol
As you can see in the background, we had lots of pizzas
WE also had the Paw Patrol on hand.
And some princesses.
Oh, and of course the Grinch.
Here is some of the crowd. In total there was aprox 1,000 people come through today.
All of the characters from today.
My boss, me, and my co-workers
then the Grinch attacked Santa. lol
GRIEF
I had such a great day, and my work has its Christmas party tonight. But...
I loved being Santa today. I loved seeing the families and the children. I loved having pictures being takes with Santa and the kids (and some adults) It was a joy.
My granddaaughters even showed up. And my oldest granddaughter (seven) told me about how she keeps here late grandmothers picture on her night stand.
After I got home and sat down for a moment I got overwhelmed. It hit me, and hit me hard, that this Christmas season is going to be my first without my wife. She was the center of Christmas, she was my rock, she made Christmas, well Christmas. For the whole family.
I became metally exhausted. I texted my boss and applogized to let her know I would not be going to our Christmas party tonight. I just cannot. I cannot do two events in one day where my dead wife would have been with me, by my side. It is still just to much.
Thankfully my boss understood.
I will get through this. All the firsts are the hardest. But I need to do it at my own pase.
Bradley
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