When Christmas Hurts. Part Two.
By Maxine Jasmin-Green
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I always find Birthdays and Christmas to be very long days, yesterday was no exceptions. For me, it is a bittersweet day, of joy and sadness.
I woke up to the news that a woman had been shot dead in a pub, in Liverpool, apparently, she was not the intended target. She was age just 26.
A woman, she was killed on Christmas Eve, hit by a police car, photo shows her in her hat and gown, outside her university. Age just 22.
A little boy drowned in Centre Parcs, a Christmas holiday treat, that turned into a Christmas tragedy, he was age just 4 years old.
The snow storm that was going to hit America, yesterday morning heard 19 had died, this morning it had gone up to 50 some froze to death in their cars.
The flats that had collapsed in Jersey recently, yesterday the death toll went up to 10 as a woman who was injured in the blast died.
I sent individual texts to my cousins, whose lovely Mum, my Auntie, who had died this year from breast cancer, I text to say, “I am thinking of you All.”
Some of my cousins replied yesterday, some today. “It was a sad day; we toast Mum many times throughout the day.” That’s all you can do, remember with love.
My son and his girlfriend, their off and on relationship, not just hurts them, it hurts us too his parents, for all we want is for them to be happy.
Paul had cooked a wonderful Christmas meal, there was chicken left for tonight, I took some out for our grandson, and had put it back on the top shelf.
Hours later Paul went into the oven, and not seeing it, pulled out the rack, the oval plate smashed to the ground, the tender chicken ruined. I was gutted.
I was sad for my son yesterday, as he was sad, I was sad for the chicken, but when I consider the deaths that has happened around the world. There is no comparison.
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