When I was just finishing the first year of grief, I heard about the 2nd year being harder. And since he died in January, that first Christmas was so far removed from his death, a lot of people barely mentioned him anyway. The second year was 2020, so you know how that went. This is the first winter season (I refer to the holidays from Halloween to V-day as the Crescent of Despair) that’s gone easier for me. But I’ve deliberately kept it somewhat at arms length.