Like many others, my holidays are tinged with sad memories. When I was 13, my beloved grandmother who lived with us, died suddenly of a heart attack two weeks before my birthday, which happens to fall on December 26th. That year, both my birthday, and the holiday was touched with sadness and loss. When I was 28, my brother was killed by a drunk driver. The last time I saw him was over the Christmas holiday. Just three years ago, my mother had a heart attack during our yearly holiday gathering that brought her to the end of her life two months later.
These personal losses are not so... Read More