Here is a link to Girl Camper Moments…the branded series I write for the Girl Camper website. I share this story every year on Christmas Eve…as a reminder to me that, even though that first Christmas was so incredibly difficult, time passes and we accommodate ourselves to grief.
We learn where the edges of that jagged hole are and how to avoid falling in “ass over teakettle”. It took a lot of tears and prayers, and God carried me when I was too tired to walk. My prayer is always that you find hope through my stories.
In this iteration of the tale, I elaborate on what I did after I had my “Santa experience”. I know not all of you are camping enthusiasts, but I’m sure you all have a safe place where you feel comforted and can let down your guard. For me, that has always been my camper…my little sanctuary on wheels.
I hope you read and share the retelling of my first Christmas without Mr. Virgo. I hope it helps those whose hearts are broken during what was a joyous occasion before the loss.