2nd Christmas

So this is the 2nd Christmas without my dad. It's been harder then i though it would be. I don't remember even how i handled last years christmas, i tend to block out and forget hard memories. Songs in particular are hard for me. When i was little and Dad would sing winter wonderland. When he got to the "in the meadow we can build a snow man, and pretend that he is parson brown" part, I, being the smart kid i was, responded by laughing and saying "No daddy! snowmen are white!" He loved it and would replace brown with all sorts of colors. When i got older and he would replace it with purple or some other color i would correct him and tell him it was suppose to be brown. I can't belive i'm tearing up as i type this. I always cry when i hear that song. Dad would always sing Christmas songs, any songs, I cry pretty much anytime a Christmas song plays in the car. Which is pretty much every time i'm in the car because my mom who knows Christmas music makes me cry, insists on playing it ALL the time! You think she would b a little more sensitive. But no. She still plays the stupid Christmas music. I don't understand.

Random Quote of the day "Word of advice, don't pry into things you couldn't possibly understand" -- some bad guy on fringe =] i love that show!