Ghosts Of Christmas Pasts — 1988

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I always think of this Christmas as the sweet spot. It was the last Christmas we lived in blissful innocence. A few months later in the spring of 1989, my older daughter would be diagnosed with liver disease.

It was the Christmas that my sister visisted on Christmas Eve with my nieces and we all ate lasagna together before my family headed off to the children’s mass at our church.