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Christmas For Those Who Grieve

Christmas is not always a joyous time for everyone, particularly for those of us who are grieving. I write this letter for you. I reflect on the way holidays make feelings of grief more acute, and how my family honours those we’ve lost in this time when others seem focused on celebrating.
Christmas For Those Who Grieve

Dear Inklings,

Christmas is not always a joyous time for everyone, particularly for those of us who are grieving.

I write this letter for you.

I reflect on the way holidays make feelings of grief more acute, and how my family honours those we’ve lost in this time when others seem focused on celebrating.

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