December just doesn't bring the same joyous feelings of anticipation to me that it does for most people, I guess it's because so often over the years we've lost so many of our family members during this month.
It's happened again this year, I had a phone call early yesterday morning with the news that my ex-BIL had committed suicide. My sister and their son, Michael, arrived in the town where he'd lived today to make funeral arrangements. This has been doubly hard for her because a good friend of her's died on Saturday, also from suicide.
Sometimes I wonder if our family is cursed.