Last year, my daughters and I chose to not gather for either Thanksgiving or Christmas due to concerns about the pandemic. Both holidays would have been the first without Cheryl, my wife and their mom/stepmom.
This year, we're going to gather, pandemic be damned, for both days. I don't know what to expect nor, do I imagine, do they.
I've learned since losing Cheryl 18 months ago that I don't handle "alone" well. These were her two favorite holidays, at least until the grandchildren were born.
I'm still lost without her. She was my sounding board, and her advice was always dependable and given with love.