I stared out of the hospital window, watching the snow drift down from the sky in big soft flakes. It would just make the drive home all that much harder tonight. His room was decorated with cheap holiday decorations, trying to fill the room with false cheer, false hope. It wasn’t working.
There was no hope. He wasn’t going to make it. This was going to be our last Christmas together and he was hardly ever awake to even talk. When he was it was barely lucid. I was losing him, and there was nothing I could do. There was nothing the doctors could do anymore either except try to keep him comfortable and wait for an organ that wasn’t going to make it in time...
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AllisonThomas Joined: Dec-31-2010 |
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