Our vacation did exactly what I intended; distract me from the first holiday season without my son. It was only a couple days after Enzo died, I knew I couldn't be at home this Christmas. I told Brad I didn't really care where we went, but I wanted Christmas Day to not be in our home. There are too many holiday memories in this house. We still have glitter on the wall from our years with the Glitter Bomb Christmas Tree fiasco. Sometimes, I still vacuum up glitter. I couldn't be at home this year. Not this one. And my support group has taught me that's ok. It's quite normal and there's nothing unhealthy about it. There's no wrong way to grieve. So the best gage for your grief is doing what seems right. So, we booked a cruise. Months ago, because part of the healing was in the anticipation of trying something new. No one in the family has been on one, so it was perfect. Our youngest, Keirsey, decided she didn't feel comfortable going. While that was sad...
Sometimes it's crazy. Sometimes it's calm.