Father's Day!
I gave my dad a little package of goodies.
I also went to see my poppa who is in hospital because his legs won't move when he tells them to walk. I hate hospitals. They are so depressing. Especially on Father's Day. I only went to see him for a wee while and we were just chatting. It was so horrible telling him that it was time for me to leave. He tried to keep conversation going. Poor Pops. Hospitals aren't much fun. Not even with a remote for the bed which moves up and down. The novelty must wear off. He really appreciated the visit, I could tell. It felt good that I did end up going. I was trying to talk myself out of it because I hate hospitals so much. I'm glad it didn't work.
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