Well, back in 1994 my friend Chris died on this day. He died too young, in a very bad way, and it crushed so many people. I have never had so heavy a heart. For a long time, I didn't really like Christmas because of what happened.
People also ask me why I hate Kelly Ring, the anchor from Channel 13. Well, back in 94' she was a field reporter, and was on site where Chris had died. I remember her asking to be able to come on the property. She wanted to do the report right at the spot where Chris died. I have been told by people that Kelly Ring is a very nice person, and it was probably her boss that asked her to do the report from the spot where Chris died.
That was the roughest funeral I have ever been to in my life. I thought my internal organs would explode from the pressure I felt building up inside me. I have never passed out in my life, but I came close that day. I had to grab ahold of Dad to keep from falling over.
Dad also warned me that people would act strange, and say strange things to me. He warned me so I wouldn't take offense, and deck someone. In fact, I did have one woman sit next to me, whom I did not know, say all sorts of "inspirational" things to me. I had no idea who the hell this woman was, and she was .... I don't know. Was she trying to preach to me? Maybe she was trying to cheer me up... at a funeral? Maybe she thought she was a source of insperation? I don't know. All's I do know is that, she was rather annoying, and I'm glad that Dad warned me ahead of time.
I don't know if every year gets easier, or if I just get more cynical each year. All's I know is that this day, December 21st, is the worst day.