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    #16
    I don't really have any Christmas stories that specifically pop out in my mind. I did have chicken pox one year for Christmas- I was 16 years old & in highschool, yuck! There are pictures out there somewhere of me being miserable on the couch, drenched in calamine lotion Lookin' reaaaal good!
    Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.

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      #17
      Originally posted by november View Post
      Well there was that Christmas that I broke my neck.
      Horrible! Were you in a car accident?
      Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.

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        #18
        Omg Cory. I laughed all the way through your story thinking it was a joke. That's crazy! Your poor mom.

        Dave, your mom must be so proud of you since you seem to have found all the good despite the bad. I bet you're a mama's boy seeing how hard she struggled too.

        Well the same goes for you too Cory. Your moms raised two sweet boys!

        November, not another Christmas story ending in paralysis! I hate that.

        I think our holidays have always been dysfunctional on my husbands & my side. I guess I try to block them the next day so bad, so nothing major is coming to mind. On the other hand nothing overly happy is coming to mind either. Sigh.

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          #19
          One Christmas we moved,,,it was so white trash....a pick up truck, 2 kids in the back holding the fully decorated Christmas tree as we drove thru town...tragic. LOL

          “If everybody's thinking alike, somebody isn't thinking.” Gen. Patton

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            #20
            My best and worst Christmas was the year our dad died. He died on the 19th of Dec, and tho he had ALS, his death was sudden and unexpected. (he had a bone infection that went septic) We were having a long run of arctic weather. (52 below zero) We were all in pretty rough shape emotionally, and it didn't help that the sewer line in front of our house broke.

            Dads funeral was on the 23rd, and Christmas was hard to get into. We have a big extended family, and we always had family gatherings at our home. Everyone kind of banded together and were determined that we would have a nice Christmas despite everything. Our little brothers were very young then...Sam was 4, and Jackson was 6 months old.

            When we got home from the funeral we found a huge tree already set up by some friends, and typical of Butte, we were deluged with food and beer. Everything you could imagine. We spent the next few days in awe of the outpouring of love. Many of my dads musician friends traveled long distances, and we learned so much about how dad had made differences in peoples lives, and how he was admired and respected by his peers.

            Our mom spent so much of that time talking about their life...they had been best friends all their lives growing up across the street from each other. She talked of past Christmas celebrations...traditions we had no idea how they got started.

            No one worried about presents that year, and it was liberating. The only one we
            worried about was Sam, and Santa was good to him. Jacksie was still in sleep and eat mode.

            We were clinging together in grief, but the tales told were funny and uplifting and we laughed more than we cried.

            We didn't know that that was our last Christmas with Mom. She passed away the following June. I cherish memory of that last Christmas together. Even though Dad wasn't there with us in person, he was there in the stories his friends told us about when he was healthy and doing what what he loved.

            My sister,Ann, is very much like my mom, and she makes sure the boys are making good memories , but I'm sorry they missed out on having more time with our folks. We lucked out.
            Veni.Vidi,Velcro...I came, I saw, I stuck around.

            Vidi, Vici, et Veni, et Veni, et Veni...

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