and Finding Joy in the Memories
Navigating Thanksgiving after loss is something no one warns you about. It’s a strange mix of gratitude, tenderness, and a quiet pit in the stomach that sits with you while everyone else seems focused on the celebration. This year, as I pull out my mother’s handwritten recipes and prepare to make her famous stuffing for my brother’s family, I can see her in my mind with total clarity. Buying ingredients way too early, of course. Chopping vegetables days ahead. Turning the kitchen into her own holiday workshop. It hurts that she’s not here, but those memories have become the gift that helps me find joy in the middle of the sadness.

Why the holidays feel different after losing someone you love
Here’s the thing no one tells you. Holidays don’t just go on the same way after someone is gone.
They change.
When you’re navigating the holidays after loss, the shift feels emotional in ways you might not expect. A missing chair. A recipe only they made. A sound you don’t hear anymore. Ot that moment you instictively think, “I should tell Mom this” and then remember you can’t.
The ache shows up in the small things.
But so does the comfort.
Because as much as it hurts, the memories are often what carry you.
The gift they leave behind: traditions
For most of my life, I never made the full Thanksgiving dinner myself because my mother always did it. She lived for it.
She had a whole system. She’d buy ingredients way too early. Chop vegetables for days. Perfect every dish like the entire country was coming over. Turn the kitchen into a beautiful, chaotic holiday lab.
I used to tease her about being so far ahead of schedule.
Now I’d give anything to walk into her kitchen and see it all again.
Making her stuffing feels like my way of keeping her close. A small act of love. A tradition she passed on without even realizing it.
A reminder that even though she’s not here, what she created still is.
What I’m learning about joy after loss
When you’re navigating the holidays after loss, you learn that joy doesn’t disappear. It just looks different. Sometimes smaller. But it’s there.
For me, joy shows up in the moments that feel familiar. The sound of my boys laughing with their cousins. The way my nieces and nephews fill us in on their grown-up lives and their new chapters. The smell of the stuffing that instantly brings me back to childhood. The conversations that would make my parents so proud. The realization that my parents built this family, and that legacy continues.
Joy isn’t the absence of sadness. It’s the moments with family that fill the quiet spaces and make you feel, in your heart, that the ones you miss are smiling.

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Finding comfort in the next generation
Every time I see my boys come through the door, I feel this wave of gratitude. The good kind. The kind that makes your chest warm and your heart settle.
My parents would be so happy to see what the holidays have become. Smiles. Togetherness. Noise. Laughter. A family they built continuing to show up for one another.
They lived for this. Now it’s our turn to keep some of these traditions alive.
One small thing that makes the holidays feel a little more like themselves
During a season where emotions run high, it helps to focus on small things that bring comfort. For me, lighting candles around the house does something simple but real. It slows the day down a little. If you are looking for something that feels special without being a project, This Luminara set is my favorite. They look like real flame and they make any room feel warm and cozy in the best way.
These aren’t life-changing decisions. They’re small, joyful anchors. Reminders that life still has sweetness in it even on the tough days.
If you’re navigating the holidays after loss
I want you to hear this.
You’re not doing anything wrong by feeling sad.
You’re not “moody” for missing someone.
You’re not ungrateful because the day feels heavier than it used to.
You’re not wrong for wishing things were the way they were.
You’re human. You’re grieving. You’re remembering.
You’re loving in the only way you can now.
You’re allowed to feel everything at once.
Joy and grief can absolutely sit at the same table. Both deserve a place.
A gentle next step
Navigating the holidays after loss is a journey. It’s one that takes the time that it takes and that can be different for everyone. I can relate to the place you are in, but will never claim to know how you feel. I just know that it’s difficult. If you are in this season, I understand.
If you are standing in the space between what was and what comes next, I made something for you. It’s called When A Season Ends and it’s a free guide I wrote for the woman who is trying to find her footing after life has shifted in ways she wasn’t ready for. You can get it right here.
And if you are ready for one small step toward feeling like yourself again on even the hardest days, this is something simple that has helped me: Your Plan For Today — a gentle, flexible daily planning tool for the days when you just need to know what actually counts.
If this post made you feel a little more seen, you might enjoy The Truth About Holidays After Loss.



