SO. I’m sure all know about what happened with my mom, so here some more to add to it.
Dawn, my dad’s dad, had a seizure on Monday, hit his head going down. It’s his first ever, as far as I’m aware.
I’m not really attached to him. Didn’t exactly spend a lot of time with him. When we’d visit my grandma/mom’s side of the family, we’d visit for days. Then on the last day on the way out, we’d visit them (Dawn and Mary, Mary being a step mom. Dad lost his mom at 17) for about 2 hours. On rare occasions we would spend more than that. So… not really close… but still.
It bothers me.
I won’t be going out. Dad can be there at the soonest Sunday… Dad at first said I could go if I wanted to, but now he says it’s best for me to just stay home (for the sake of the animals).
But despite all the stories my dad told me about him eons ago, he was always nice to my brother and I. And he had one of those calming, but ever so slightly raspy voices.
But… at the same time… They didn’t even come out for my mom’s funeral. And Mary expects my dad to drop everything and just rush out. What?
He’s in a comma, and he WAS on life support… up until today. They pulled the life support and he’s still alive. So we’ll see what happens.
This year, and the last, have been horrid years. When will it stop?