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How I Conquered My Fear of Being Alone on Christmas
Now I’m not sure I’d want to experience this holiday any other way…
For the past six months, I’ve been dreading the approach of Christmas. Who wants to face that first holiday season after a loved one’s death?
In my case, it was a bigger change than just the absence of my father. Due to a set of complicated circumstances, 2025 was going to be the first year we didn’t have a family Christmas at my mother’s house.
In other words, there’s loss…and then there’s loss.
As autumn unfolded, I became absolutely terrified that I’d end up spending Thanksgiving and Christmas alone. At the time, I couldn’t think of anything worse.
However, my brother kindly stepped in and invited me to spend both holidays at his house. In fact, he even floated the idea that I could spend the night on Christmas Eve.
I’m so grateful that he made that offer- and not just for the obvious reason. I’m grateful because considering that offer got me thinking about something I probably wouldn’t have thought of if he’d never mentioned it.
And if that had been the case, I wouldn’t have gotten to experience one of the best Christmases of my life.