December

Finally the month full of commercial advertisements, christmas jingles, TV specials and cookies has come. Gifts will be found under trees, children and stubborn older people will fantasize about midgits making toys and a big fat bearded man who drags them around the world. Snow will fall and so will the spirits of happy teens and adults who come to find that their driveway needs to be shovelled.

The first major snowstorm is supposed to hit tonight, hopefully enough to build a snowman but just a little less than is shovelable (is that even a word, it should be). I also cant wait until the christmas specials flood TV so that I have an excuse to sit in front of the TV and remember the past.... what truly is the past really, in Christmas its supposed to be happy and joyful and all of that bullshit (forgive me) but last year was much less than joyful, lets just 'remember' that shall we.

Last year, since September, we knew that my nan had alzheimers... not a good feeling. In December she was getting much worse, rambling about how she wasn't in Pouch Cove, she wanted to go home and my pop was his mother. Now during this time my pop had fallen ill, since early November, his family doctor said something was terribly wrong but the hospital docs said 'its just stress', turns out that 'stress' wasn't the problem, he had cancer. Theres not a day that goes by that I dont blame the hospital for his death. Anyway nan was admitted to a home on the 22nd and on the following day my pop was admitted into the hospital. An empty christmas had been given to us and I had no choice but to accept. Atleast I know that this year'll have to be better... I hope.