This had been the worst Christmas season of my life. At the end of November my nephew passed away from a rare disease that caused him to have no immune system, so it was an ever slowing end from the day he was born...
Then as my parents rushed to my families aid, with me on the way closer to the funeral. They passed away on a fatal accident, drunk driver cause a transport to swerve and force my parents off and to there ends...
Then when I needed people the most these past few days, I've had no one. None of my friends or family have talked to me in weeks. They know that I'm fine enough that suicide would never be a choice, but companionship this time of year would have been great....
My parents were big on Christmas, every year we had our traditions and our parties with all our friends/families. My dad was a huge volunteer this homebuyer for any and all organizations that needed his cooking or help raising money. He was our local Santa Claus for the past 40 or so years.
This year I am alone... This house feels cold and upsetting.
