Each time you realize a loss or an end to something that you had shared together, there’s one less thing in the world that he had a part in

So it’s the first of the month. We have 12 of them every year. Get over it. Bah Humbug.

To borrow a phrase from the Grinch, Christmas became as foreign to me as the Whobilation was to him.

You might think, “Holidays are not lost; they’ll roll around right when they’re supposed to, ....” Yeah, like a steamroller.