Just a memory now, I used to have a great friend, we partied together, laughed at life, enjoyed her children, were both very young, she was 24, I was 26, Long story made short, her husband went to prison leaving her with 6 children to raise on her own. She had nothing.
Here is where the story gets sad, she got involved with a guy, ended up catching aids from him, was very sick for many years. She knew she was slowly dying and I remained a close friend thru her demise. At Christmas time I used to buy her entire family gifts and secretly place them outside her door in the middle of the night as they all slept, this went on for 5 years as she slowly got sicker and sicker, on the 6th year...I went to deliver her Christmas gifts as normal. Her home was Empty. She died the day before, there were people there cleaning her home, they said that no one had any information on where her children were or anything, That year was the saddest Christmas for me.
To this day I dont think she ever knew who the Mystery Santa was. This is a true story, her name was Debbie, I will never forget her @};-@};-@};-
