My grandpa is dying and I feel like I should be doing something, but I don't know what to do.
I can't motivate myself to do anything constructive in the house. I
want to go to the hospital and at the same time I don't want to go to
the hospital. Mom says he looks terrible and wouldn't even know I was
there if I went but I feel a sense of obligation to go. I'm just not
sure I can handle it emotionally if I go. I'm the type of person who
likes to keep a handle on my emotions. I don't let them show very often.
I don't think I could do that if I went up there.
The doctors say he probably won't last until Monday. We're starting
to think about funeral arrangements. I need to buy The Pleaser some new dress
shoes to wear to the service but I don't really want to tell him why.
He knows that his "Peepaw" is very ill and will die soon but I don't
want to dwell on it until I have to. He is a very sensitive,
kind-hearted kid. This will be very hard on him.
Waiting for the inevitable is so hard. We've known this day would
come for at least 2 years, maybe longer. We've expected it to come
several times in just the last year alone but he always bounced back.
He's a tough guy and a fighter, even though he is soft spoken, small
and, now, frail man.
So I just continue to wait...
Friday, July 27, 2007
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