Christmas
We visited Grandpa in the hospital this morning. It was horrible. His condition has deteriorated so severely that they’re stopping meds and moving him to hospice within the next day. Ashley is a wreck and I feel largely helpless on what to do besides be present for the family. Personally, I didn’t feel like going up to my sister’s for Christmas considering how awful we felt about all of this, but it offered us a distraction nonetheless.
The kids enjoyed their gifts. It was nice seeing them open their presents and be carefree for a few hours. It temporarily got my mind off mortality, but it also unfortunately cooked up some new fears and worries unrelated to the Grandpa situation.
I don’t know. This is honestly the worst Christmas I’ve ever experienced, and though it could always be worse, I’ve never had one this bad in my life.