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[fictus_deus]

December was always my favorite month when I was a kid. There was nothing better than snow days, winter vacation, holiday shopping and Christmas. In 1989 my father died on December 14th. Everything changed

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[jonsick]

hug
you
a lot

[kz]

My father died of a heart attack at 34. I always remind myself one person is gone forever, but 6 billion others are here for me.

[anonymous]

I remember walking into a room in a 'home'. I was about 13. My great grandmother lie withered on her bed. attached to more machines than I could count. I recall her giving me little green army men every time I visited her. Out of a bucket filled with a never ending supply of green army men. I remember thinking it was strange how easily a 13 year old boy could enter the room she was in. I recall people in scrubs, all the colors of Easter. I remember her 'best' friend uttering the words "They need to get her out of here soon, before she starts to stink."

I remember crying a lot. I recall the feeling of being cheated in some way. I remember not knowing why I felt cheated. I recall my step father not crying at my grandfathers funeral. I remember him explaining why,...I stopped crying that day.