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Bassbob

Bassbob

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Always very depressing for me. Lots of reasons for that, but it is what it is. I thought this year was going to be different. Had the brat and her long time boyfriend and his mother and a neighbor over for X-mas eve dinner last night. A great time was had by all. The long time boyfriend proposed to my daughter ( she accepted) and they head back down the street to her house. When they get there the cops are massed in front. Turns out they were doing a wellness check on the old guy across the street from her. He's an old drunk guy with very little living family. The neighborhood kind of took care of him. We bought him an air conditioner and rebuilt most of his house after the flood. The people next to my daughter brought him food 4 days a week, etc..

They could see him lying on the living room floor but the police said they were not allowed to force entry, legally. So my daughter kicks a window out and goes in, sure enough old Brad was dead on the floor. Been there for a couple days. We all know he's better off. He was living on borrowed time. Nevertheless dying alone at Christmas time is just a crap way to go.
 
I am sorry to hear that you're feeling the way you are. I understand somewhat, I think, as I fight the beast during this season every year...and for a multitude of reasons. A little bit of joy seeps in now and then (like, I just found out I'm gonna be a grandma again), but my life has been very nomadic and the few family members I am close to live thousand miles away. Lost my stepdad four years ago this month, and that is still a bit raw.

Just realized what I was doing, I am not really trying to compare my stuff with yours in any way. I just wanted you to know that I get it. My worst time is when I first open my eyes in the morning. It gets better once I'm up and moving. That's the key, to keep moving, my friend. I hope you feel better as the day wears on.
 
Bassbob said:
Always very depressing for me. Lots of reasons for that, but it is what it is. I thought this year was going to be different. Had the brat and her long time boyfriend and his mother and a neighbor over for X-mas eve dinner last night. A great time was had by all. The long time boyfriend proposed to my daughter ( she accepted) and they head back down the street to her house. When they get there the cops are massed in front. Turns out they were doing a wellness check on the old guy across the street from her. He's an old drunk guy with very little living family. The neighborhood kind of took care of him. We bought him an air conditioner and rebuilt most of his house after the flood. The people next to my daughter brought him food 4 days a week, etc..

They could see him lying on the living room floor but the police said they were not allowed to force entry, legally. So my daughter kicks a window out and goes in, sure enough old Brad was dead on the floor. Been there for a couple days. We all know he's better off. He was living on borrowed time. Nevertheless dying alone at Christmas time is just a crap way to go.
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Christmas has always been kind of a downer for me also, my mom passed right after thanksgiving in 1990, so the first Christmas I had without her, since then it’s still rough at times, hang in there Bob
 
belladonna said:
I am sorry to hear that you're feeling the way you are. I understand somewhat, I think, as I fight the beast during this season every year...and for a multitude of reasons. A little bit of joy seeps in now and then (like, I just found out I'm gonna be a grandma again), but my life has been very nomadic and the few family members I am close to live thousand miles away. Lost my stepdad four years ago this month, and that is still a bit raw.

Just realized what I was doing, I am not really trying to compare my stuff with yours in any way. I just wanted you to know that I get it. My worst time is when I first open my eyes in the morning. It gets better once I'm up and moving. That's the key, to keep moving, my friend. I hope you feel better as the day wears on.
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Oh I'm sure it is comparable. I didn't mean to come off like I was manic or anything. Most of the things that used to make Christmas nice are gone these days is all. I still have plenty to be happy about. :)
 
Annihilator said:
Christmas has always been kind of a downer for me also, my mom passed right after thanksgiving in 1990, so the first Christmas I had without her, since then it’s still rough at times, hang in there Bob
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It's weird. Certain times of the year just bum a guy out. Half the time I don't even know why until I sit down and really think about it. Subconscious mind at work.

I'm pretty good about pretending though. I guess I bring it up here because I try not to let on to my family. Although the wife always knows.
 
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After 23 years in the military I had better christmas's being shot at or standing guard at Pease AFB NH eating a peanut butter box lunch than with my family! Yes hayesgreener, my first career field in the Air Force was security police. I think that messed me up!
 
I'm the same way BassBob for the holidays. Family members dwindling, my Wife only has me and her very strange brother and my family is dysfunctional as H*ll. But I try to keep smiling for my Wife's sake anyways. But just to let you know You're Not Alone My Friend we are all here for you SIR. And as Bella said earlier not trying to outdo anyone here. Hang in there Sir...
 
I can relate to sad Christmas stories.

My grandmother--my Dad's mother, the only parent he ever had--died right before Christmas 1959, when I was 5 (and Dad was only 28--far too young to lose a parent). I have pretty clear memories of the whole thing.

In 1968, when I was 14, I managed to set my "hobby corner" of the basement afire around Christmastime. Lost all of my in-progress model cars, and ALL my childhood model airplanes, and ALL my childhood comic books, and a bunch of priceless family heirlooms and other stuff that would be worth a fortune on eBay today. It could have been worse--the firemen told my folks we were only about two minutes from losing the whole house. :eek: You can still see the charred beams in that basement to this day. (My son lives in the house now.)

But I don't have the saddest Christmas story in my family, not even close. The Lovely Mrs. Snake was in the Managua, Nicaragua earthquake of December 23, 1972, which killed over 4,000 people. Two of them were TLMS's brother and sister, who were sleeping in the same room as she was at the time. She was 16, and to this day she will have screaming nightmares about it--I'm pretty sure she could be diagnosed with PTSD. Most Americans have only heard about that earthquake because baseball Roberto Clemente was killed in the crash of a DC-7 carrying relief aid on December 31.

1972 Nicaragua earthquake - Wikipedia

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nmedge said:
After 23 years in the military I had better christmas's being shot at or standing guard at Pease AFB NH eating a peanut butter box lunch than with my family! Yes hayesgreener, my first career field in the Air Force was security police. I think that messed me up!
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I enlisted in 1969. My first assignment as Security Police doing nuke security was at a small ADC detachment at a municipal airport in California that had F106 Delta Darts and air-to-air nukes. There were about 250 active duty there. The entire operation was in 3 or 4 buildings. After a long drive from Illinois to the base and one night dead to the world in my new rack, I went down to the dining room for breakfast. I found a CMSgt in starched white chef attire at the start of the line who asked me, a lowly Airman, how I wanted my steak and eggs. I immediately thought of my friends who went Army or USMC. That CMSgt was standing next to a Hennesey Trophy.

I later learned that the base, located next to a PGA championship golf course, was a favorite stopover for General Officer pilots keeping up their flying hours. The box lunches were pretty good.
 
I can relate to some degree to the sadness that accompanies the season. I often reflect on those we have lost in our personal orbit, and from my time on the street, the amount of despair of others from tragedies occurring during the holiday season. All we can do is remember the good times with those we have lost, and look to the future for better times.
 
Hi,

Phillipians 4:8 (NET) Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is worthy of respect, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if something is excellent or praiseworthy, think about these things.

This has been the worst Christmas if I consider family drama and the health issues of dear friends. While being concerned and caring, Mrs. BassCliff and I try to focus on all the blessings we have received.

@Bassbob, it's good to know that you can find some happiness in the midst of your troubles, some peace in the storm.

Love, hope, peace, and joy to all who are in need.


Thank you for your indulgence,

BassCliff
 
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