Day 294
Dearest Hannah,
Merry Christmas, baby girl! We sent all of the gifts we got for you for Christmas home with your daddy when he was here in November. I know that the ornaments we sent were put on your Christmas tree. That's about it. I dunno if you even opened the rest of the things. Rather, I don't know if they were opened for you or not. More than likely they were stuffed away somewhere, that's my guess. Because, still, nothing we get you is actually good enough.
Oh sweetie, it has been an absolutely horrible holiday season. We lost Grandpa on Thanksgiving, and your Granny almost died at Christmas. She went in for surgery a couple of days ago, her gallbladder had to come out. I brought her home after the day surgery, and that's when things just went to hell. She literally lost her mind and I had to forcibly take her to the emergency room. She was admitted and spent the last few days in the hospital. I got to bring her home last night. Turns out her diabetes was all messed up and her sugar numbers were off the charts; which made her literally loose all her faculties and her sense. She also almost died. It was close. If I had to wait any longer to get her to the hospital, she would have died. I had to trick her to get her to go as it was. I told her we were going to finish shopping for gifts at Walmart. We'd already finished, but she kept shouting that she wanted to go to Walmart. So I told her "Let's go." and took her right to the ER.
I hate the holidays. I've disliked Christmas since Grandma Barbara passed in 2003. She was like the Christmas Queen, and nothing has been right since she died. Grandpa passed on Thanksgiving. And - jeez. I dunno how much more I can stand. Aunt Starla tried to express the severity of the situation about your Granny to your parents, but. Well, that was pointless. Your Granny could've died and certain people just treated that fact as it was no big deal.
Ugh. Why the hell don't we matter? Why doesn't our family rank in importance? I'm about sick of it, tbh.
Anyway, sorry to lay all this on you baby girl. Truth is that I don't really have anyone else to talk to, and by the time you read this, all of this will seem like it happened in a completely different lifetime. I'm sorry we missed your first Christmas. I wanted to be there, but my Mom had to have surgery. Maybe next Christmas we can be with you.
I love you. Always remember that. No matter whatever happens in this lifetime or the next, I will always love you. <3 Auntie
