The year my mother and brother died, we decided to have a big ole family Christmas at my parents’ house.  Everyone would be there from my mom’s side of the family.  We even decided to draw names and exchange gifts.  My mom and brother had only died 23 days apart from each other.  It started in October, so we were all still very raw and pretty much going through life like zombies. Continue reading “Life is Like a Chocolate Pie” →