Everyone was excited about Christmas but us. My mum hadn’t said a word about traveling, food, clothes, decoration or even whom we would be visiting. I knew what everyone was thinking but no one wanted to be the first to ask. December 24th finally came and my mum still hadn’t purchased anything to cook. That was really strange because my house is usually full during the festive period. My mum was a Sunday School Teacher and that meant we always had children at the house. This time, it was just us.
My head was spinning and my heart wondering, “Where’s the chicken?” “No drinks?” At least we should have some decoration. (The ones from last year was still packed somewhere in the house). Can we at least put that one up?….Still, no one said or did anything. The morning of the 25th came and yet again no one came out for devotion. I walked past my brothers’ room and they were all still inside. My mum was a morning person but she didn’t come out from her room either. That’s when it made sense. My entire household is still grieving and doing anything that day will bring back bad memories. I honestly wasn’t in the mood to hear my mum cry. She cried a lot to last us a lifetime.
People had told me over the years that It would have been easy for us if our family members and friends were around but everyone went about their lives. (I don’t blame them). After our father passed on, we experienced a wide variety of feelings and emotions. One was withdrawal from a lot of people. It was difficult hanging around people who talked about their parents and we only had one. My brother’s became aggressive, and raised their voices at very little things. My mum stopped attending weddings. I, (You don’t want to know).
For two years we couldn’t celebrate Christmas, not because we didn’t want to, we just couldn’t celebrate and be merry on a day that our beloved father died. It just didn’t feel right. No one brought food to our house on Christmas Day. We had no gift on “boxing day”. Christmas was just another day for us. That was our reality and even though we didn’t like it, we lived with it.
Another Christmas came and the same thing happened; No one celebrated, my mum didn’t cook, we didn’t get new clothes, we didn’t travel to see our grand parents. We did NOTHING. At this time, my baby brother started asking questions. He was 4 years old at the time and his questions became annoying. We all ignored him!
One day my mum decided it was about time to stop grieving. She cooked for over 100 people that Christmas in 2005. It was a miracle. She made Zobo drink and chin-chin for our neighbors and for her department in Church. When my brother called to say they were celebrating with Sunday school children, I almost passed out.
They had lots of fun that day without me but I am grateful she got over it because that was her last Christmas. Today, my family no longer grieves on Christmas day. We eat, drink and merry because we know that the birth of our Savior is too important to not be celebrated.
Don’t let ANYTHING stop you from celebrating the King of Kings. The ONE true God. The I AM. The Lord of ALL Lords.