Holidays... Fuck'em!

Today, somebody asked me, "Doesn't your mother live in Alaska"?

I looked at him, hoping he wouldn't make me correct him. Instead, he asked again. I answered him, "Well, she doesn't exactly 'live' anymore. He had forgotten. It was only a slightly awkward exit from that conversation into the next.

For those of you that have not read this blog from the beginning, my parents passed away about four months apart, about a year and a half ago.

They say that the holidays are a time of stress for people, with all the spending and obligation, and that's why people act the way they do. While I would agree with this, I say the holidays are bitter reminders of bad holidays of years past, or just one big, fat reminder that some people have families, and others do not.

All you ever hear about is this is the time when families to come together. Do families actually answer that call?