Your happiest moments

Christmas is almost here. Another year without Theresa. It sucks. 2020 has been a really challenging year for many people. 

I dug out some old Christmas ornaments and angel/santa robot and talking Santa Christmas head. I powered up the Christmas head and it snag 'We wish you a merry Christmas" very slowly. I opened the batteries: They expired in October, 2002 - 18 years ago.

Another set of batteries were for the Santa, dated 2008. I remember that year. This was before all the terrible health issues came down on Theresa in 2009. Which explains why the batteries were never changed: We wouldn't setup the elaborate Christmas setting that Marion usually creates, due to health problems until 2011 - our last Christmas together with Marion, Theresa, and myself. The good times.

What's nice is I can go back to pretty close to that year in my blog archive and re-read what I wrote. A moving history of where I was and where I am.

The oldest item is the Robotic angel that was made in 1995 in China. 25 years old, 26 next year.  It moves and has a nice red light to simulate a candle. It smells of stale smoke and tobacco. I'm on the fence whether to give this away or not. It holds significance in my mind. This is how hoarding starts.

Past Christmas memories pop up, some good and some bad - but mostly awesome memories. I can't visit family this year, due to COVID outbreaks in Manitoba and Alberta. 

I told my brother "Christmas is not the same since she died. I no longer celebrate.". I'll buy a few gifts for family, but that's it.