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I've been reflecting the past few days, with Christmas coming up. Not so much reflecting....just thinking. And I realized how much I miss Bob. (For anyone who doesn't know, Bob was my Dad's BEST friend....he was like a second father to us....we treated him more like a father than his daughter did...bitch. He died two years ago). I mean, I really really miss him. Especially around Christmas. Almost every Christmas Eve...with some exceptions, I know, but none that I can specifically name here...we would always go to Bob's house, and we'd have a Coke and dad and Bob would have a beer (or two..ish) and then we'd go home...and sometimes go to midnight mass, when we were older. And I know this is going to be the third christmas without him (and Gram as well....for those who don't know, Gram died three weeks after Bob did) but it still doesn't make it any easier. It still feels so wrong that we're not going to his house on Christmas Eve...he also would usually drop by on Christmas day for a quick chat...and I still can't believe that, once again, he isn't. I HATE it that he was taken from us....we didn't even get to say goodbye! It makes me so....so mad! I don't even know who I'm mad at...I'm not mad at Bob...but I am...and I'm not mad at God...but I am. I think about him and Gram pretty often....but Christmas its usually more. Anyway, there's my rant about death.