I have never been more grateful to do things differently than this past year.  One being we tend to celebrate holidays… like Christmas… a week or two before.  Sometimes we celebrate long after.  It gives us time to be together and to enjoy the holiday on our own schedule.  Then my mother passed away and my world fell apart.  I no longer cared about the holidays. Everything was rushed. The funeral. The grieving. We had to hurry back and get my husband ready for drill school. There were resources to delay the orders… to allow us to recover… and those in authority would not hear of it. There world was not…