I do blame her for my obsession with Christmas in general.  Each year of my life, I got a Christmas ornament.  When I had children, I stopped getting them and my children got them instead.  She died right before Christmas, but had already bought my boys their Christmas ornaments for that year. 

It’s because of her that all of us “Bresnahan” girls have a shrine to Marshall Field’s somewhere in their home.  It’s because of her I have multiple Christmas trees.  It’s because of her that I love Uncle Mistletoe and Aunt Holly. It’s because of her that the word “camp” makes me giggle – but that’s another story for another time! 😉

I miss you gram!

Also on my mind, Scott Harris.  Now, he was the complete opposite – he could care less about the holidays.  But he would always offer to work so other people could enjoy them with their families.  Not a day goes by that he doesn’t cross my mind.

I keep thinking I can pick up the phone – and then I remember, I can’t.  It still doesn’t seem real.