Christmas Reflection
This is one of those times of year that prove to be both joyous and immensely difficult for me. Exactly five years ago last week my mother, Marjorie Gabrielson, passed away. She was an amazing mother, and my best friend. In her eyes, I felt like I could do anything I dreamed of. It’s her I have to thank for Starkissed, and for every word I’ve ever written and will ever write. She was my biggest and best supporter. And she loved Christmas. It was her favourite time of year. She had the heart of a giver – something I’ve inherited, to the detriment of my bank account – and revelled in the opportunity to make everyone she cared about feel wonderful with the perfect gift. She was thoughtful and caring in everything she did, making sure everyone else was happy over herself. While I loved every present I received – it was her love and kindness that proved the best gift of all. And something I miss more than anything every second of my life.
Losing her so close to Christmas was the cruellest twist of fate. She wanted so badly to make her last Christmas as wonderful for everyone as she could. She planned menus, bought gifts, and ensured the house was decorated beautifully.
It would be so easy to pretend this holiday doesn’t exist, simply for the pain of it. It’s never felt the same without her here. But she would hate that more than anything. She understood Christmas better than anyone I knew. It wasn’t just about gifts and money for her. It was about family and friends, about sharing in something great with those you love. So shunning Christmas is not, and will never be an option. In honour of my mother I celebrate the holiday the best I can. Her spirit is in every holiday greeting, every bauble placed on the tree, every gift given, and every (potentially) overcooked turkey.
In honour of my mom, I wish everyone a wonderful holiday season. Take this Christmas to tell those you love just how much they mean to you. Share stories and hugs, take dozens of photos, and be thankful for every gift. Most importantly, be happy.
I will be.
x

Losing her so close to Christmas was the cruellest twist of fate. She wanted so badly to make her last Christmas as wonderful for everyone as she could. She planned menus, bought gifts, and ensured the house was decorated beautifully.
It would be so easy to pretend this holiday doesn’t exist, simply for the pain of it. It’s never felt the same without her here. But she would hate that more than anything. She understood Christmas better than anyone I knew. It wasn’t just about gifts and money for her. It was about family and friends, about sharing in something great with those you love. So shunning Christmas is not, and will never be an option. In honour of my mother I celebrate the holiday the best I can. Her spirit is in every holiday greeting, every bauble placed on the tree, every gift given, and every (potentially) overcooked turkey.
In honour of my mom, I wish everyone a wonderful holiday season. Take this Christmas to tell those you love just how much they mean to you. Share stories and hugs, take dozens of photos, and be thankful for every gift. Most importantly, be happy.
I will be.
x
Published on December 23, 2013 10:30
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