My Family Left Me Alone on a Holiday – Until One Knock Turned the Night Upside Down

After my wife died, holidays went quiet. This year, my family promised they’d all come back for dinner. I cooked all day, called everyone like my wife used to, and waited.

By nightfall, no one came — except a police officer who wanted to arrest me!

At 78 years old, I’ve been counting down the days to this holiday dinner like a kid waiting for Christmas.

See, I had a plan to get my whole family together for the first time since my wife, Margaret, passed two years ago.

I gently pressed my fingertips against the framed photo of my wife on my bedside table.

I woke early that morning.

I sat on the edge of the bed, feet on the cold floor, and said it out loud to nobody.

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