Coping with Grief at Christmas: A Personal Story of Tragedy and Loss

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No one talks about the pain of coping with grief at Christmas. You may be heartbroken after the loss of a loved one, but there is hope and YOU’RE NOT ALONE!

coping with grief at Christmas: a personal story of tragedy and loss

The sky was bright and clear that brisk winter night. I can see it even now as I close my eyes and remember walking out the side door of the assisted living facility around 8 pm on December 23rd, 2010.

I thought it was just the end of another ordinary evening routine visit with my mother in a place I both loathed and appreciated.

Just off the main corridor in an institution that smelled of old people, disinfectant and bad cafeteria food, my mom’s life had sadly boiled down to one cramped space and a shared bathroom.

Only in her mid 80’s (which seems younger the older I get!), my mother possessed a relatively clear mind until recent weeks.

A close up of a couple of people posing for the camera

my mom and I the year before she passed away

My prim and proper mother had wandered into her neighbor’s room in the middle of the night and even shed some clothing at an inappropriate time. A diagnosis of Urinary Tract Infection seemed to explain this irrational behavior and break from reality she was experiencing.

This particular evening I redirected her back to bed several times, making sure she kept her oxygen on and attempting to get her settled in for the night.

She asked me about her mother and father and I said they were well, and that dad (her husband) was at home. (He had passed away the previous year.) She asked about him often which made perfect sense after 64 years of marriage.

photo of couple in early marriage, after celebrating 65 years of marriage

my mom and dad 

Navigating these conversations became second nature for me although the heart prick each time never changed.

Somewhere in these last years our relationship had reversed. I had become the mother, her security blanket in the unknown, foreign world of the nursing home.

grandparents at first sight of grandchild

my parents at the birth of my first child 

This was not a role I asked for nor one I desired. As her only living daughter the part was chosen for me.

It had become our routine for me to pray with her before I returned to my own home. Somehow it gave me comfort as I left her seemingly all alone, and I can only hope it accomplished the same for her.

But this night my mother had more to teach me about life as I watched her put her hands together, much like a little child when praying.

As her lips moved silently I could tell she was talking to God, something I had never seen her do before in quite this way.

She then told me she thought too much, worried too much and didn’t trust enough.

My frail, wrinkled mother, lying in her bed all alone, asked me to pray that she would be at peace with the situation.

My heart ached as I prayed with her, asking God to watch over her, give her rest and the peace she was seeking.

As I kissed her gently on the cheek I told her I loved her and would see her tomorrow.

I left the woman who birthed me and raised me, one of the strongest women I’ve ever known, lying in her bed asking her dear Lord for peace.

peace ornament on Christmas tree

I’m not sure she really knew who I was but she wasn’t the only one praying for peace that night.

It would be the last time I ever saw my mother alive.

Later that night, on Christmas Eve, one of the most frigid nights of the year, she would wander out of the doors of her nursing facility, wearing only her nightgown.

Tragically she was found on the ground outside the locked doors of the facility and passed away a few minutes later at the hospital.

I share this deeply painful story with you because I know many of you are grieving this year and believe you are alone in your suffering.


I’ve suffered the same heartbreak that keeps you bound in chains, unable to celebrate or rejoice this year. 

How do I get my brokenness over her death?

I believe my mom walked straight out of her nursing home and into the arms of Jesus. He had been preparing her heart for weeks.

Coping with Grief at Christmas

My grief at her loss, and the other many losses in my life, have taken much longer to heal.

In all honesty, it’s taken professional counseling to help deal with the guilt and pain at the way my mom died.

Add to that the death of my sister of a massive heart attack at age 53, alone in her office, and I’ve had to face fears and anxiety as well.

two sisters celebrating at wedding

My sister Brenda and I at my brother’s wedding in 1986

Why would I share this most vulnerable part of my story? 

Because you share your personal stories of loss with me all the time. I’m honored that you feel comfortable sharing your hurt with someone you’ve never met. I hold these stories with kindness and gentleness and pray over each of you. 

I also want you to know there is hope.

1 Thessalonians 4:13-14 (ESV) “But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers (and sisters), about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep.”

Oh, precious friend. When you know Jesus as your personal Savior you don’t grieve without hope. My mom and dad, my sister and my brother-in-law are celebrating in heaven even now. 

As my family grieved the year my mother died, God sent a reminder that He knows ALL things and cradles our hearts even in the midst of the most painful tragedies.

It snowed all Christmas Day in North Carolina that year, a true holiday miracle. I believe those flakes were white sparkly kisses from my mom, with her blessing that joy can still be found in times of sorrow.

red berries in winter snow

I hope my personal story on how I’m coping with grief at Christmas is helpful for you. I find it healing when we share our stories so please leave a comment below if you’d like to honor a loved one this year.

My husband and I both worked with a grief therapist through the book The Grief Recovery Handbook and it was life changing for us. I highly recommend it as a resource if you’ve experienced loss of any kind. You can also find more information and/or connect with a grief special in your area here.

If you want to read more about my journey through grief these posts will get you started:

When Should You See a Therapist?
Living with Grief and Heartbreak
Clutter and Grief: Are They Connected and are You Stuck?
What No One Wants to Talk About at Christmas
How to Overcome Stress and Anxiety When You’re Stuck

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  1. A beautiful testimony to show others we are never alone. most of us have had to process thru grief. At Christmas it can be especially hard.
    May Gods love keep you (& I )& other seekers
    In perfect peace in our troubled world & times.
    With great admiration, Jennifer Marah

    1. Thank you so much for the encouragement, Jennifer. It means so much when my words have touched someone. This is what keeps me going through my own difficult relationships and brokenness. Merry Christmas!

  2. Marty,
    Thank you for sharing your story. My mom died on Wed., June 5, 2019 at 3:16 in the morning. I wanted to be there. I had been there all day and was so tired. I asked them to call me if it was close. But they did not. I thought it was lovely that the time was 3:16, it was a sign. I know she is with Jesus. She prayed beautifully to Jesus Monday morning, and after that she was not conscious.
    My husband died last year July 2. This is my second Christmas without him. My son and his wife just moved to Texas in August and can’t come home so soon. My daughters are not close to me so I will not see them. I would like prayer for our relationships to get better.
    Merry Christmas and God bless you, Marty,

    1. Oh, Jackie, I’m so sorrow for your losses and broken relationships. I completely understand and my prayer is always that restoration be possible and if not, that I may have the strength to accept what is. I pray you’ll reach out to some local friends and allow them in to your hurt. It truly makes a difference. Blessings to you this Christmas!

  3. I read your story every year and am so thankful that you choose to share it. My mother-in-law is 92 with dementia and will probably not live to see this Christmas. It’s really hard on my husband, who is her primary caregiver, to see her fading away. She is still in her home, with close family members making sure she is never alone. She is ready to join her family members in Heaven, and we hope her death is effortless and peaceful.
    Knowing she is going to her Savior and will be free of this earth and all its illnesses is a comfort, but l know the pain for us will be great as well.
    They say the greater the love, the greater the grief, and l truly believe that.
    God bless you for sharing your life, its ups and downs, and your strong faith in God with us.
    Always rooting for you too

    1. Thank you so much for the encouraging words, Pam. I know it’s hard to suffer loss, especially at Christmas but knowing your mother-in-law will be in God’s hands soon is a comfort. Thank you for reading my words and letting me know they mean something to you. Blessings to you!

  4. Like Marty and many other women I have struggled with the role of caregivers to dying parents, the loss of a sibling way to early (35) divorce, adoption and basic parenting. I can say unequivocally that she has been more than just an inspiration she has been literally a GOD SEND for me in times when holding on to my faith seemed out of reach. More than that I feel she has given me the strength to be transparent about my own struggles in an attempt to give women a safe space to voice their worst fears. Marty is The Real Deal.

    1. Meridith, this is the sweetest comment and encouragement for me! Yes, you and I have been on similar journeys and I’m so glad I’ve been able to help in some small way. Love you!

  5. I’m so sorry for your loss Marty. My crazy, strong, courageous Mom is going through the same thing your Mom went through right now and my head is all muddled up because of it. I really, really appreciate your beautifully written story <3 Thank you

    1. Hi, Michelle. Thank you so much for the encouragement in telling my story. I’m so sorry your family is experiencing the same difficulties. Big hugs to you!

  6. Marty, thank you for sharing this. I know that your mother had the best Christmas ever after she walked into the arms of Jesus that night and that the joy has never stopped! This is a difficult Christmas for me, but God! He is faithful always, and I pray that you and yours will have a joyful Christmas!

  7. Thank you for your words of encouragement and for so beautifully sharing your personal tragedy. I am sure your thoughts which inspired me will be inspiring to many others as well.

    Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year!

  8. I have had both of my brothers called home in their 50’s and both of my parents are home with our Lord as well. I miss them all but find comfort in knowing one day we will be reunited in God’s glorious home.

    God bless you and I wish you a Merry Christmas and a blessed 2019.

  9. What a sad, beautiful story. Thank you so much for sharing. It reminded me that we are not alone in our grief, even though it seems to us that we are. Prayers for comfort and peace for you. Merry Christmas!

  10. Thank you for sharing your heart, Marty. I shared your story with a friend whose situation is very similar even down to the location – North Carolina!

    Merry Christmas to you and your family! May God bless you abundantly with much joy and happiness!