I met Bobby's hospice nurse today and she seems lovely
and nurturing. She ordered a hospital bed so he could
sleep downstairs, the strain of the stairs is taxing.

I ordered some wood for them and the child that is
selling it is so hapless. I told him that old people
in our neighborhood were desperate for fireplace logs
and he could generate a lot of business with flyers.
He doesn't have a computer so I made a flyer that he
can have copied I would have made him 25 or so but I am
low on ink.

The finality of hospice makes me weak in the knees. I
don't know how our family will get through the holidays.
I have done all my Christmas shopping, it just remains to
write checks for everyone. It will be even sadder than
the Christmas that my mother barely lived to see. She
died on the 28th of December.

I have been fighting back the tears all day and am not
in good shape. This is the most terrible of sorrows.