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It's 2014.

Days keep passing. 
Things are trying to normalize.

I’ve even thought how ready I am to get the Christmas tree down and get my house back to ...

Back to what?
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Borrowing a phrase form The Grinch, Christmas  became as foreign to me as the Whobilation was to him.

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​All my growing up, Christmas Day was very full. It gathered food, presents, and people like a snowball gathers snow. And coming from a large family, Rod’s Christmas Day celebration was similar to mine - only he gathered a bigger snowball by the end of the day.
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You might wonder how a national holiday could possible be a secondary loss. They roll around every year, right when they’re supposed to.

Yeah, like a steamroller.

​Rod died six days before Thanksgiving and 10 days before we were supposed to leave on a  trip to Israel, both of which we talked about in the hospital just two days before he died. We didn't even talk about Thanksgiving.