Touching Christmas stories: My mother teared up
My grandmother and father never really got along. She never felt he was good enough for my mother and had all she could do to pretend to like him for my mother and us kids.
When she was in her 70′s, she got cancer. She was scared and she no longer was able to stay at home by herself. My mother being an only child was distraught.
Suddenly one day in early December, my father announced without warning that grandma would be moving in as soon as she was well enough to be out of the hospital. My mother teared up and said a simple, “thank you.”
As the Christmas holiday approached, my grandmother became weaker and weaker. My father would have to help with almost everything to be sure she didn’t fall. He never complained during this time nor did she.
In the middle of the night, two days before Christmas, she started struggling to breathe. My father wrapped her in blankets and gently carried her down the stairs to the car. My grandmother never returned home and passed away on Christmas Eve.
Her final words to my mother and father were, “thanks for letting me come home for the holidays.” To this day, my mother says it is the best gift my father ever gave her.
