I know how that goes. Usually it just takes one smile from my little girl, though, and that resets everything for me.However, when that smile doesn't work on the first try, I pour myself a glass of Jack Daniels and ask her to smile once more.I'm sure that "the boy" will help to take the edge off a bit. If not, then swing up to Minnesota and I'll pour you a glass.
Thanks for the reminder in your "Blue Christmas" post below. My father died 39 years ago on Christmas Day; he was 45 years old and had a heart attack; he was diagnosed with angina the year before and was told that he could have a normal life and would possibly be a candidate for bypass surgery at some point. He did not drink or smoke; he was 20 pounds overweight. That's all, and he was taken from a 16-year old girl, 20-year old son who was in VietNam, and a 42-year old wife. It's been a long time, but the effects still reverberate. Christmas is just different for me.
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