First holidays are tough after a loss.

When I was 5 my dad was in the hospital with bleeding ulcers. All in all, he was there for over a month. Thanksgiving occurred during that time and my mom had my brother carve the turkey. It made me so sad. Dad made it home just before Christmas. I was so excited that he was coming home but, when they pulled up in front of the house and he got out of the car, I ran away from the door. He had lost so much weight that it scared me.