I dislike this time of year

Thanksgiving and Christmas serve to remind me of the things I never really had, a family. I'm 70 in a few weeks.  One would think I would be over this by now. I'm not and suspect I never will be.

The closest thing I ever had to having a child of my own,  the woman you
see in this photo. Faith is now a missionary in Romania and is
expecting her 7th child.

The very last thing I ever wanted to become was a bitter, cynical, old man.  Eons ago, my elderly and crochetety aunt Mary predicted I would be some day.

Only wish I knew what I could do about it now...