Tomorrow, December 24th is a sad day for me. It will be another
anniversary of my father's death. He died on December 24th, 1989
in hospital after suffering for 20 days. On December 31 oth that year,
my uncle slumped over in his chair and died of a heart attack. One
week later, a childhood friend of mine dropped dead on the ice while
playing hockey. He was 37.
Today my uncle in Montreal is in the Intensive Care Unit. He had
a stroke while undergoing an operation to remove a diseased portion
of his small intestine. He is now paralyzed on the right side of his body.
My grandmother (my father's mother) was buried on December 25th
a long time ago and an aunt (father's sister) died close to Christmas
as well. I almost think that we are cursed when December comes along.
It is not a happy time for me, but I try to make the best of it. I have
moved on, concerning my father but I cannot forget the twenty days
that I watched him die.