The whole month of December is hard for me because I have had so many family members and friends pass on that I hate to think about it. My best childhood friend (that I'd known since 1957 actually--when we
were 9 and 10 years old) passed away on Dec. 6 after suffering with a severe muscular disease (kind of like a muscular dystrophy but it was never given a name) that started after she fell. In no time at all afterwards, she was walking with a cane, then a walker, then had to use a wheelchair. Her hands just seemed to curl up against her chest, so she couldn't even feed herself. She couldn't speak at the end, and I just hated to see her go downhill so fast. At the time of her funeral, I was in need of knee replacements, so I couldn't stand very long (and there was standing room only at her services because over 600 people attended) and therefore didn't get to tell her good-bye. This was about 5 years ago.
My favorite great-uncle passed away on Dec. 15, in the early 1990's.
My grandmother passed away on New Year's Eve 1991, just 2 1/2 months after my grandfather died. Was like she just gave up on life because they'd been married for over 63 years.
Last but not least, by any means, on Dec. 29, 1998, I got a call from the brother of my best friend from college telling me she had died on the 22nd as an aftermath of a liver transplant operation (the surgery went fine, but she got excess fluid around the brain and didn't survive that. )
So, as you can tell, I don't look forward to December at all. The only "fun" I have is watching my favorite Christmas movie, the original 1947 version of "Miracle on 34th Street." I have both the color version and black/white on VHS tape and DVD. It was the first Christmas movie I ever watched on TV when it came on there, and I've watched it ever since, every year. You'd think I'd know the words to that little Dutch girl's song about " Sinterklaas " (Santa Claus) by now. =)