Merry Christmas...or is it?

This post isn't about Waldo or anything relative to Waldo. This is about my aunt Terri. She died just an hour ago. You know, I just realized something. You don't miss something until it's gone forever.

Three weeks ago, my aunt had brain surgery. It went very badly. THe doctors had to resussitate her a few times. But when they finished, they ad to put dear Terri in a coma. She has been there in the hospital ever since. The doctors said that she probably wouldn't make it. Then, her brain activity began to increase. But only one hour ago, she slipped through our clutches forever.

Terri, I regret not being able to say "I love you" one more time. I am sorry that I never got to play my horn for you. But most of all, I am sorry that this time of year didn't bring the joy and comfort it's supposed to.

Readers, I ask that you keep her husband, Memmus, and her boys, Nathan, John, and Jesse, in your prayers. Merry Christmas...or not.