The Holiday

And just like that, the holiday is just about over.

For maybe ten years, since my mom's passing, I would struggle with these days. They don't bother me much anymore. I go about my normal routines and rituals of weirdness, avoid as much as possible all the well wishes from people with seemingly perfect lives, and before I realize it, it's evening and the day has passed. Most of the struggle with feelings is now in the day before.