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Both my parents have passed on. My brother is a mean drunk with Hep 3 and does not contact me unless he is, oh say...living on the streets of Newark NJ and drinking 1.75ml of vodka a day, like he was the last time I helped him. I do not particularly miss him.
So, Dec. 25th is just another day, except I go to the little Episcopal church on the other side of the town green the night before. That is wonderful.
The fact is that, unlike the old days, people do not reach out to you on the holidays anymore. That is just the facts. I am sanguine about them.
I do have wonderful memories of Christmas's past. I am hardly bitter about it. It is what it is.
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