Last year, my grandmother fell and broke her hip as she was walking to the car after Christmas dinner.
This year, my aunt is in the hospital waiting for surgery to remove her appendix.
Who will it be next year?
In happier news:
This year my dad bought two presents for himself, wrapped them, and put them under the tree. He acted surprised while opening them.
Excellent. I love family. And there was a case of Black Butte Porter waiting for me in the fridge when I arrived (sans luggage).