Christmas Eve was a bit different without my father, but we kept the traditions alive – nonetheless. The Gladues hosted us and appreciated us being a part of their tradition. They showed us an arrowhead that was found in the backyard and updated us on the year’s events… And then onto Uncle Don and Aunt Jan’s which has been our tradition for as long as I can remember.
Marsha and her daughter Meghan
Aunt Priscilla and Uncle Don with Santa (my grandfather who’s funeral was on the day I was born)
Sandy, Joe & Ethan
Matt with Uncle Don, wearing one of his old shirts
Aunt Jan and I pour ourselves a little Egg Nog, when everyone else leaves…