From the time I was born, holidays were at least in part defined by whether we would be spending them with Ev, Ray and Eileen. The holidays have always meant being with those folks. While Auntie Ev left us in 2010, both Auntie ‘Leenie and Uncle Ray died this year, just a couple of months apart. This year was especially tough since this is the first year that we are without our Pinehurst Relatives. Now, The Beloved wears an elf hat to do the same thing, and I love him all the more for it, but it isn’t the same. I know it has been fifteen years since I lost my brother, but he loved Christmas so much that he wore a Santa hat to pass out gifts on Christmas mornings. I tend to get a bit–perhaps more than a bit–depressed around the holidays. Macaroni and Cheese as Medicine for the Soul
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