Holidays in a nursing home were harder than I expected them to be. While the world went on celebrating, things were decidedly different for us.
There’s
not much bleaker than being alone on the holiday. How I wish Gary could have been home for holidays. Imagine - lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. No one to talk to. The tv on in the background, hoping the
senseless noise would distract from the reality of being alone, while friends
and family reveled in their much-deserved happiness.
And
it was the same for Gary.
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