[ In his younger years, religion meant far more but as he grew older, he drifted away somewhat from the principles he used to cling onto. Losing his ma really shook up his entire life and it only grew worse when he lost Bucky and eventually his own life. There were so many unknown things and it made it difficult to wrap his head around.

Favorite memory? How could he pick only one? But a soft smile rested on his face as he thought of a few. ]

Holidays were always a big deal around my house, especially Christmas. My ma made sure we had a nice dinner even if that was a struggle to make happen and something to open under the tree. We always had this sad looking tree but we loved it more because of that. We made our own decorations. Different ones each year so they'd be new. Christmas was like the start of a new beginning. It took us awhile but I think that's why we liked it so much.