281/365 05/30/2026

Someone once told me if I start a story on Christmas morning, someone has to die by the end. And if someone dies at the start of your story, you can go ahead and end the story on Christmas if you want to. 

This story isn’t about either of those things. It has them. Yes, someone dies. And yes, we’ll experience a Christmas together, but it’s just a regular one, with a mix of presents, some good feelings, a couple awkward moments and a solid fight that, with time, has turned into something pretty funny. But it’s no Truman Capote “Christmas Morning,” and the Christmas and the death aren’t hinged in some battle to balance the narrative. They’re just two points in a long series of events that catalog and in some try to make sense of the best and worst days of my life. 

See? I tricked you. There’s balance to the narrative. Best and worst. They’re just not Christmas and death, because my God, how boring could that be?