(((Liz))) I can only go by my experience when my brother died, and what other people in the grief support groups I facilitated, told me. The first year is the hardest, and Christmas is the hardest time to get through. I cried so much Christmas Eve after my brother died, that I couldn’t put the annual fondue dinner together for our kids, spouses, and grandchildren. They were at the house and I stayed alone in the trailer crying. My very pregnant daughter had to step up and do all the work, as I couldn’t be around people. I think that once Christmas Day is over, a lot of us that are struggling with urges, will have some respite from them. I’m so happy that you are away from living in that year round heat, and that you are now the proud owner of a house. I wish I lived closer as I would love to help you landscape your backyard. Carole
