The ONLY memory of Christmas that has stuck in my mind was Christmas 1977 - The only year my family received a large amount of presents and such...
But c'mon, that was only because we lost my Father on Oct.22, and my Father's Father just weeks afterwards on Nov.11. Some thought the extra amount of gifts would soothe the pain (And I hold no blame towards them for that) but it didnt. Just a temporary diversion from a major problem.
Til this day I have a hard time during the holidays, add to the mental pain of seeing what Debbie went through in Christmastime 2003 with her cancer battle and losing her this year and for me the holidays are a more severe and very personal repeat of 1977. "Strange deja-vu"...
No cheesy thoughts for me...
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Last edited by estranged4life; 12-09-2008 at 08:54 AM..
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