He's also quite quick with the tissue box.
I've been awake for about two hours. I woke up, started thinking about my grandmother, and despite a fine effort from Jimmy in the snuggling-and-comforting dept, could not get back to sleep. I visited Grandma yesterday with my sister and my mom, and it was tough. I feel really torn between wanting to find a way to help her, (if that's even possible), and knowing that I have to meet the demands of my own life. I'm also torn between feeling rotten for thinking I need to detach, and feeling rotten because I'm not already detached enough to not wake up crying at 3 a.m.
I want to mention again what a fine effort Jimmy gave in the comforting department. When we first got together, all this stuff with my grandmother was still in its infancy, and he was sometimes overwhelmed by it. Now he's an old soldier, there in the clinch. Recently, I've had a lot of extra appreciation for this, (amongst other things); it's really good to have such steadfast shoulder to cry on. Literally.
I want to mention again what a fine effort Jimmy gave in the comforting department. When we first got together, all this stuff with my grandmother was still in its infancy, and he was sometimes overwhelmed by it. Now he's an old soldier, there in the clinch. Recently, I've had a lot of extra appreciation for this, (amongst other things); it's really good to have such steadfast shoulder to cry on. Literally.