In my 32 years of life, there’s only been one other year besides this year that I wasn’t really in the Christmas spirit. The week before Christmas in 1999, my sophomore year of high school, my great grandpa passed away. I was numb…but still sentimental. Grandpa McCaffrey’s passing was very sudden. He had a blood clot in an inoperable spot in his brain. For many years (quite possibly my whole life until that point) my parents bought us gifts and put Grandpa’s name on them.
That year, after he died, I was able to open my last present from him in the shape of a hands-free phone. If you’re around my age then you might know what I’m talking about. Continue reading