My brother would spend weeks preparing for the holidays. Every pumpkin had to be just right! Each face he carved, portrayed suffering and pain. No detail was overlooked!
The family worried about his devotion. "Let him enjoy the holiday!" said Grandma. He was like a big kid...and Grandma encouraged that in us, right up until her mysterious disappearance.
He didn't come to the funeral. He had his own holiday agenda. Grandma would have been proud, he was bound & determined to have the best Christmas ever!
