Poignant Holiday Memories
Have you ever been so tired that you can't even sleep? That's exactly what I'm feeling now. So I might as well blog.
I was reading a friend's (and kindred spirit's) blog (that I have not seen in quite a while), where she recalled her most poignant Christmas memory of spending the eve in a lonely hospital corridor where her Mom was confined in intensive care.
Very touching story. Got me thinking about my poignant holiday memories.
Sure, there was that holiday season where Christmas and my birthday were stormed out, canceling all parties. But that was a childhood memory and my aunt save those by giving me a Popeye Game and Watch as my birthday gift.
But there are two events (well, technically three) that come to mind:
1. Yuletide 1993
Ever spent Christmas eve and family reunion in a funeral chapel? That's the last place you'll ever want to be near during these times.
In 1993, we did. I had a dear uncle who was vacationing from the States who somehow managed to have his fatal heart attack on the 22nd of December while attending a party with my Dad. May he rest in peace.
How my family sorted out all the permits and licenses to ship him out when government offices were winding down was beyond me. They gave me the day off from staying at the wake on my birthday, though.
2. & 3. Yuletide 2003
Ten years later, ironically, the Christmas and New Year's Eve of 2003 topped even that poorly timed death in the family.
Let me just quote verbatim from my petition for legal custody on how these events went down. I'm sure these will silence all those who may assume there's still "some good" from that "no-good" girl. I think the two paragraphs you will see below capture the events perfectly, as I wrote them near the time of the incidents.
Well, look at the time! Finally, I'm tired enough to attempt to sleep. Perhaps, I'll blog some more later.
I was reading a friend's (and kindred spirit's) blog (that I have not seen in quite a while), where she recalled her most poignant Christmas memory of spending the eve in a lonely hospital corridor where her Mom was confined in intensive care.
Very touching story. Got me thinking about my poignant holiday memories.
Sure, there was that holiday season where Christmas and my birthday were stormed out, canceling all parties. But that was a childhood memory and my aunt save those by giving me a Popeye Game and Watch as my birthday gift.
But there are two events (well, technically three) that come to mind:
1. Yuletide 1993
Ever spent Christmas eve and family reunion in a funeral chapel? That's the last place you'll ever want to be near during these times.
In 1993, we did. I had a dear uncle who was vacationing from the States who somehow managed to have his fatal heart attack on the 22nd of December while attending a party with my Dad. May he rest in peace.
How my family sorted out all the permits and licenses to ship him out when government offices were winding down was beyond me. They gave me the day off from staying at the wake on my birthday, though.
2. & 3. Yuletide 2003
Ten years later, ironically, the Christmas and New Year's Eve of 2003 topped even that poorly timed death in the family.
Let me just quote verbatim from my petition for legal custody on how these events went down. I'm sure these will silence all those who may assume there's still "some good" from that "no-good" girl. I think the two paragraphs you will see below capture the events perfectly, as I wrote them near the time of the incidents.
During the Christmas Eve of 2003, respondent (that's my wife) surreptitiously asked her mother, father and youngest brother to stay (at the marital house). It was merely a ruse for her to go out on a Christmas drinking spree since she already had her mother to take care of her daughter and infant son.
New Year’s Eve of 2003 was even worse. Since her mother already knew that she would be asked to take care of her daughter and infant son again to attend another drinking spree, her mother already declined respondent’s offer to stay in the house that day. Undaunted, she still left the house to attend the drinking spree, leaving petitioner (that's me) alone with their daughter and infant son to fend for themselves.
Well, look at the time! Finally, I'm tired enough to attempt to sleep. Perhaps, I'll blog some more later.
transcription by Punzi @ 1:57 AM
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