My family would gather with my maternal grand-parents on Christmas day. Aunts and uncles and cousins everywhere. As the years went by the logistics became trickier to navigate and recently there was discussion of the aunts and uncles going to their own families parties when my grandfather finally passed. This years parties were getting close and my grandad left this earthly plain. Now those plans go into effect and the family is fractured officially. We'll still catch up here and there but this one constant in my life has abruptly ceased. I found myself feeling quite overwhelmed that there is to be no final Christmas day for the group. A lunch that we can mark as the ultimate one. The one where I could say goodbye. I've been resilient as all get-out over the last two years and I feel so ridiculous that this was my breaking point.