My grandmother doesn’t appear to have gotten any sleep last night.<\/p>\n
I locked the house up, shut off the tree, and went to bed. The television was still on, however; she usually sleeps through the night with it on, so it made sense not to mess with it.<\/p>\n
When the alarm went off, I heard the television on. Not surprising.<\/p>\n
I went downstairs. My grandmother was sitting up on the couch. Her expression is difficult to describe. Shock, perhaps. Anger? Concern? I couldn’t tell. She was watching the news.<\/p>\n
The kitchen door was unlocked. The kitchen lights were on. The faucet was running. Oh, and the tree in the living room was on.<\/p>\n
I put coffee on. Shut off the faucet. Grabbed a breakfast muffin.<\/p>\n
I went back into the living room. The light from the lights on the tree and the television cast strange shadows on her face.<\/p>\n
She turned, looked up, and stared at me.<\/p>\n
“What’s wrong?” I said.<\/p>\n
“I can’t find Donald,” she said. “He might be stuck in the snow.” The news was showing a traffic report, about how the weekend’s snowfall might affect the morning commute.<\/p>\n
Her husband has been dead for ten years.<\/p>\n
She hasn’t made that “mistake” in a long time. She talks about her father constantly<\/i>, most recently when my sister came to visit a few weeks ago, where my grandmother decided that she was going to leave and go to stay with her father a few days. Her father has been dead since a month before I was born.<\/p>\n
I waited a few minutes, poured myself a cup of coffee, and hoped that the morning’s delusion would blow over.<\/p>\n
It’s all I could do, really.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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