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When I was 30 Christmases as I had known them changed forever. That was the year my mother died. Everything changed that year. When the matriarch of the family dies the traditions die with her. We tried to keep things alive, we had Christmas at my sister’s house as she had the only grandchild, things weren’t the same, but they were still nice.
Then there was a falling out between me and my niece. Well not a falling out really, she got mad at me and refuses to be in my presence. There isn’t much I can do, not that I haven’t tried, I have. I could speculate all day what has happened between the two of us, but at this point it doesn’t make much difference. This has however, ruined many relationships for me in my family. Family Christmases became a thing of the past.
After Stuart and I…
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