This is probably going to sound morbid to most people...
My dad (aka Pap or Pappy) absolutely loved Christmas, because it was one of the only days of the year he got to spend with his entire family (there were 7 of us kids in total.) Everyone had high spirits, the jokes were flying, it was a great time.
In 2010 he became ill. Around the end of November of that year, he kept asking me to go out and get a Christmas tree. I told him it was far too early to get one. He kept on me day after day, night after night..."Just go grab a Christmas tree.", "Did you get a tree yet?", "When are you grabbing the tree?". So I finally broke and went and got a Christmas tree, and set it up in his man cave which is typically where we always put it. I then went and helped him down the stairs (he could no longer navigate them alone) and lit the tree for him...and he was ecstatic! After gazing at the tree for a couple minutes he suggested we watch a movie while we're down there, so I helped him into his La-Z-Boy, grabbed him some popcorn that he loved, and we watched a movie.
That was unfortunately the last thing we did together.
He passed away on December 2nd, and only reflecting on the situation afterwards did I realize that he was bugging me to get the Christmas tree because he probably knew he wasn't going to make it to Christmas.
Now, every December 2nd, I go out and get a tree and decorate it. I then get his ashes out (when he passed all of his children received pendants containing some) and set them in his chair. I then pop a bowl of popcorn, put a small bowl on his side table for him, and watch a movie he liked.
With the exception of the pendant box being on the end table as opposed to in his chair, this is a fairly accurate representation of the layout.
My dad (aka Pap or Pappy) absolutely loved Christmas, because it was one of the only days of the year he got to spend with his entire family (there were 7 of us kids in total.) Everyone had high spirits, the jokes were flying, it was a great time.
In 2010 he became ill. Around the end of November of that year, he kept asking me to go out and get a Christmas tree. I told him it was far too early to get one. He kept on me day after day, night after night..."Just go grab a Christmas tree.", "Did you get a tree yet?", "When are you grabbing the tree?". So I finally broke and went and got a Christmas tree, and set it up in his man cave which is typically where we always put it. I then went and helped him down the stairs (he could no longer navigate them alone) and lit the tree for him...and he was ecstatic! After gazing at the tree for a couple minutes he suggested we watch a movie while we're down there, so I helped him into his La-Z-Boy, grabbed him some popcorn that he loved, and we watched a movie.
That was unfortunately the last thing we did together.
He passed away on December 2nd, and only reflecting on the situation afterwards did I realize that he was bugging me to get the Christmas tree because he probably knew he wasn't going to make it to Christmas.
Now, every December 2nd, I go out and get a tree and decorate it. I then get his ashes out (when he passed all of his children received pendants containing some) and set them in his chair. I then pop a bowl of popcorn, put a small bowl on his side table for him, and watch a movie he liked.
With the exception of the pendant box being on the end table as opposed to in his chair, this is a fairly accurate representation of the layout.