I wasn't alone this Christmas but it was definently different. Every year growing up my family and I would open our presents in the morning, go to my grandmas for lunch/dinner, and then go to my cousins house around 8 or 9 at night for a family gathering with my cousins and such and play trivia pursuit into the night.
Well, my grandma died a few weeks ago due to cancer. She was a survivor but it came back 3 years later. Also, my cousins house, the family we go to every year which we're very close with was killed last April. He was sliced in the neck and they fuck hole cut his arteries. No blood to the brain, he has a stroke, he went brain dead and then later died. So we didn't go to my cousins this year because they couldn't bare to be around Christmas this year, they went to the Dominican instead. Even though its beautiful there, I think about it and I think families like that have the worst Christmas.