For too many years, Christmas was not a time of celebration for myself and my family, instead, it was a day tinged with sadness as we remembered our father, who chose to take his own life on Christmas day in 1986. But time has faded that sadness, as it eventually fades memories of most of our tragedies.
For a long time, my greatest fear was that I would indeed turn out to be my father's son, as I mirrored his long, slow path towards lonely self-destruction. But I was rescued by a kind, sweet, beautiful woman who loves me in spite of my many eccentricities and shortcomings, and we have carved out a nice quiet little life for ourselves here in the heart of America.
So for Christmas, I choose to celebrate the end of another year with her , and the promise of many, many more to come.
Merry Christmas, and Peace to you all.