So, did you all get what you were wishing for on Christmas Day? I did, and it wasn’t because of a present.
Poor old Dot had been fading away for the past few weeks, not eating much, unable to move, and bedridden with pain and bruising after many falls. She was severely depressed at her loss of dignity and independence, and she wanted to die. I called the doctor out last week to ask if he could prescribe her some painkillers and anti-depressants. Thankfully he obliged. Dot had never been one to take medication of any sort, but finally agreed to going along with the doctor’s orders.
On Christmas Eve my youngest son and his wife visited her with their two boys. My little grandson Rikki, nearly two, was dressed up in a Santa costume, and nobody could have failed to smile at the sight of him. Dot’s face lit up.
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