Some sadness is natural. Sometimes I think we have a sort of collective forced happiness around the holidays - we all want a part of that but are in fact still in our realities with all of the difficulties, uncertainty, memories, loss, anxiety that is a part of life. Chronic illnesses don’t go away for the holiday - neither do poverty, unemployment, problems. Nothing does. We just try and create this flawless festive mentality for a few weeks. It might help just to accept how you feel; do small things that you enjoy doing. Maybe do something somehow connected to those you have lost - carry on a tradition, go somewhere where they lived or fix a dish they made, use a tablecloth or something you’ve inherited, something like that. In my case this would make me feel better not worse, but we are all different. I always think we need to live well as a reflection of what people have meant to us, the value in those connections we carry on in our lives. Think of your loved ones as not just with God but with you. You want to live in a way that makes them proud, reflects what they gave you as a person. Joy is a part of that. You are who you are because of them. Make it count.