When my mother first died, I was very depressed during the holidays. I didn't see how it was possible to celebrate Christmas when I didn't have my mom to share it with.
But then a magical thing sort of happened.
When my mother died, in the spring, my sister and I were going through her things. My best friend and her mother were there for emotional support. We came across an afghan that my mother was just starting, and it really hit both of us hard. My BF's mother put it in a bag, and that was the end of it. I think we both forgot about it or chose not to think about it.
So that Christmas rolls around, and both my sister and I are very depressed. My sister was living with me at the time, she was only 17. Neither of us felt much like celebrating until my best friend and her mother came to the house with two presents for us. When we unwrapped the presents we found two afghans - Betty, my best friend's mother, had made two afghans out of the one my mother had started. It reminded me that family is what you make of it. I think my mother appointed Betty my surrogate mother that year, and for many years thereafter. Betty is now gone too, but I have learned life is for the living. I rarely get depressed anymore, because I have so many people who love me and who I love. Family does not have to be people who are related by blood.
I'm sorry you feel down, Gail, and I hope you find someone special to share the holidays with.