The last Christmas with my grandfather

When I was in my early twenties we went down to Boca Raton to visit my grandfather. He had a home down there but his health had taken a bad turn and he had it up for sale. We helped him move into a retirement community. Afterward, dad went out and got a tree and we put it up in his room, then we all sat around it and opened presents. He wasn't doing so well and often just sat there with his unwrapped present. One of us would have to help him unwrap it, and he would just sort of look at whatever was in the box and a little smile would creep onto his face. A couple months later I heard he finally passed away.