Anyone else miss dead loved ones during the holidays? Drop your stories below; I’ll read them. It’s supposed to be nothing but hot sexy joy around Thanksgiving and Christmas and I can’t be the only one who feels this sad stuff. Let’s share a little bit here — grief, favorite memories, pissed off feelings, whatever — in spite of our culture that expects us to keep this stuff to ourselves.

(Note: I am not religious but was raised Catholic and have the utmost sincerest respect for anyone who is religious and finds comfort in that.)