Just got back from wife's place for Christmas Eve dinner. My mom didn't come. She was hoping to spend Xmas Eve with Dad but they still don't know what caused this problems today, it apparently isn't a lung clot, but he's exhausted and seems to want to sleep. She decided she'd rather go home and wrap some presents and get some rest. So, at wife's I was setting the table and all I could see was the place Dad always sat when they visited for special dinners. He'll never sit there again, I'll never have a special meal with him again. When I was in the kitchen carving the turkey I could felt I could hear his voice in the dining room. I held back the tears.Wife asked me to say the Grace, a job my Dad always had at our special meals. We had a nice meal together and watched Forrest Gump on TV later. I left about 10am and came home. I'll go back at 9:00am and we'll open presents and then head down to the hospital. I pray Dad is still with us in the morning.
