So what do you do when you sit down with your remaining son and he tells you that he hates it in the house because it is just him there? What do you do when he tells you that he hates it where you live? What do you do if you go to mention the importance of him being home to be with his family and you wonder if any one uses the word "family" to mean just two people -- don't you need 3 people to have a family at least? Isn't that part of the definition of the word -- I asked myself right after I said it. Family" "what family?"
I hate being in this house alone -- why would I imagine that it would be any different for him? Especially this month -- especially this week...
I once was proud of being able to hear the bell jingle when other adults couldn't -- when other adults seemingly didn't even try. Now I wonder if I will ever even care about hearing bells, or Christmas songs, or seeing lights up, or Christmas trees decorated? I see and it means nothing to me...at best...and hurts my eyes at worse. I hear and I get angry.
James and Jeff

Jeff and Lauren
