This is the first Christmas since my Mom passed away in September. It would have been bad enough. But my father has been hospitalized again. His levels have dropped and not doing too well, so now transfusion. He seems to be seeing people now who aren't there (or are they?) He said last week that he saw my Mom. I haven't told her that she passed. So, Christmas Eve, as if it weren't sad enough, I spent in my Dad's hospital room watching him sleep. I'm so tired.
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