Worm food...Cold food.
Gramps is on his way out it seems. With dementia set firmly in place and a sudden loss of hearing he had to be moved from his house of 65 years to my uncle's, out in the suburbs of the Bay Area. I'm really trying not to give a damn about my grandfather. He's not a good man and everyone who he's ever hurt has forgiven him. I feel some sort of duty to hold a grudge. It's becoming difficult though. Sometimes I feel righteous, but other times I feel very petty. Like a toddler threatening to hold his breath unless he gets a toy. The old man won't ever change. And my silence towards him does nothing but stress out my dad. Still, in the past when I've explained my reasoning to my father he's almost seemed grateful on some level. I might be confusing graciousness for understanding. Man I am so confused.