December baby. A week before Christmas. My mother told me many years ago she and my father put me under the tree. I was their Christmas present.<\/p>\n
In rural Pennsylvania in December – at least in years past it was a snowflake spectacle. Temperatures in The 30\u2019s and 40\u2019s were the norm, roadways were toboggan runs for how treacherous they potentially were.<\/p>\n
I claim the period from my birthday through New Year\u2019s day as my personal holiday. It is a period of time that I have through a significance of events from my very early babyhood come to bond with and identify with the butterflies in your stomach feeling.<\/p>\n
Reality shift. My father decided to go out one New Year\u2019s day. A New Year\u2019s Day that was just two weeks beyond my first birthday. He did not return. The toboggan run got him and this was no ordinary accident. This was a series of events that very likely could have been avoided.<\/p>\n
since he didn\u2019t come back to explain himself the only recourse anyone has ever had has been to deduce what happened that day. Details will not be given here.<\/p>\n
I have learned to turn this loss into positives over the years. I can hear trauma in a lot of detail. I\u2019m comfortable with chaos.
\nI\u2019m comfortable with reality turning on a dime.<\/p>\n
I Believe and truly experience the concept of control to be an illusion.<\/p>\n
This time of year – the time between December 19th and New Years Day is mine.<\/p>\n
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