I’ve been away from my family for a few years now. I haven’t had contact with them because of what’s been happening in my life. They don’t believe anything I’ve told them about the gang stalking that’s happening to me. They basically think I’ve lost it. And I’m not going to stay around people who doubt what I say.
But, anyway, I have fond memories of the holidays. The whole family would get together for Christmas. It wasn’t always the same place. It would depend on who decided to foot the bill for the food that year. All of us would, of course, bring something to the gathering. There would be kids running all over the place, having the times of their life. And everyone was just happy to be around family. All of us would have a decorated Christmas tree with lights and lots of decorations. Christmas carols would fill our homes. And we would usually attend midnight mass on Christmas eve. There would be a lot of laughing and talking about past Christmases, and we would discuss silly things someone did. We didn’t dwell on things that were depressing. There was just a wonderful feeling all around during Christmastime. They’re days that I miss. It tears me up to think about those days.
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