LIfe's Transitions

Ah life. Life and death.  I am heavy of heart this night, as my last Grandmother is passing away. She has not been stricken ill, she is not suffering; she is happy and content but I think she's just decided to Go Home.  My dad is not sounding to good, and he told me today that his crazy girlfriend needs my help as well.  So I'm going to be going up to the house to visit for the next few days, and I'm sad sad sad.  But at least we've had a really good last few years with her.

So the situation is that she's stopped eating and is sleeping most of the time.  I talk to her and you can just hear the smile in her voice.  I know she's ready and I've been feeling this come on for awhile, but it's still really really hard.

So tomorrow is the first day of Goodbye...

I am so sad.

-C-

Beginning of the End?

So my phone rings in the middle of the night last night.  Never a good sign, right?  Well, it turns out to be my dad's girlfriend (DG).  Drunk, of course, I'm sure.  So I let it ring. She calls a total of 3 times between 2:30 and 4:30, and her last call is a pleading, slurred call with the phrases: "down to a few days now," "called the state," "yer dad's not doing well," "I'm drunk but not THAT drunk," and on and on.  Nearest I can figure is one of 2 scenarios:


1.  My granny is on her last legs, which I have been expecting for awhile.  In which case shit's going down and life is going to suck for a little while.


2.  DG is on a rampage and trying to elicit my sympathy and commiseration, which she will not get, and then life will suck for awhile.


Why so cold and cavalier, you may ask?  Ever heard of the boy who cried wolf?  Yeah, that's her in 2011.  Since my dad hasn't called, I'll let them sleep a little longer before I call and get the scoop.