Christmas in hospital

This year, instead of preparing the traditional soup for dinner I’ve been preparing every Christmas Eve for circa 10 years, we spent the night at the hospital instead.

My father had surgery in his bowel on the 18th, and stayed at the hospital until today. Mom and Teresa would spend the day with him there, and I would be there during the nights.

The surgery, though unexpected, went without complications, and dad has been recovering slowly but steady, and was finally sent home today.