I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas
13 years ago, less than a week after my father passed away, my grandfather suffered a massive stroke while he and my grandmother were in Las Vegas. Thinking that this may be the last chance we would have to say good-bye, almost all of our family flew into Nevada to be at his bedside. Timing wise, this couldn’t have happened at a worse time. My dad just died, my brother was still in Washington state and my mom, step-dad and…