This comic is a bit distressing. Davan, the character holding the green present, received it from his recently deceased father. I really did not need this reminder.
On the morning of 26 December, 27 years ago, I got the phone call from my mother that my dad had died in his sleep the night before. So I’ve been there.
I’d called on Christmas day, of course, and mainly talked with my mother. I would have talked to Dad, but he was in the midst of cooking their Christmas dinner — always a big deal for him — and when Mom called him to the phone, he was too busy, and he just yelled his last words to me:
“Goddamn cat! Get down from there!”
I have tried to live my life by those words of wisdom ever since. One needs a credo, and I should remember to pass on something equally significant to my offspring during our holiday calls.