The holidays have come and gone, and I survived. Another milestone passed. Another test of my strength. I suppose I passed it. I didn’t cry, or get depressed, or even feel too lonely. Only a few more holidays to go—some more difficult than others—and then I will no longer be able to say it’s my “first” of any holiday to be alone. I’d like to be convinced that these will also be my last holidays alone, but I know that no one can say that for sure. All I can do is hope.