Friday, December 24, 2010

Christmas Eve

Santa brought me a sick husband and my period for Christmas. Bah Humbug.

My father passed away when I was 16. I remember the first Christmas we celebrated after his death. It was the worst holiday ever. He had only been gone 2 months so reality had just started to sink in for us. I distinctly remember going to midnight mass on Christmas Eve and just sitting there trying to bargain with God. What would it take for just a little more time with him? No presents ever again? Done. That was the one I remember- I would give up Christmas for life. In my head, I knew it wouldn't work, but when you're in that low and hopeless place- it makes sense.

So here I am 16 Christmas' later- Still making deals. I'll trade you presents for a Hail Mary cycle in January??

2 comments:

  1. ((hugs)) Kathy. I can't imagine losing my dad, let alone when you were so young. I hope your husband feels better and that you're able to enjoy Christmas!

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  2. I'm with MT, Kathy. I'm so sorry you had to go through that at such a young age. I hope you and your hubby feel better! ((hugs))

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