Mike, Scott and I missed you a lot this Christmas. (You too, Denny.) We had a few conversations like the ones we had with you in Seattle, this time more holiday-oriented, but every bit as cathartic.
One of the things we said more than once was how nice it would be if we had had the foresight and the maturity to "dig deeper" with family members while we were still lucky enough to have them around. Somehow it feels like so many mysteries would be unlocked with just a little more information.
Along that theme, I just finished listening to an audio recording of Mitch Albom's for one more day. I've avoided his books because they appeared to hold emotional pitfalls, which I avoid religiously. But it wasn't so bad, and although a little maudlin, it did hold an important message for me. It's about a down-and-out man who is trying to end his miserable life when his dead mother appears and they spend one last day together. The end's predictable, but I like it. Maybe you will too.
Have a happy new year, you guys, and I love you all. Let's spend the year cherishing the happy moments.
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