Here we go again...
So today sucked a lot. I'm a bad person and the Easter thing slipped my mind and totally forgot to make an Easter basket for Melissa. I was so upset when I realized it, that's never happened before! But I've had a lot of things on my mind. I remembered to get my mom and dad things for easter, and the kids. But that was only because Melissa was with me in the stores buying things for the kids she watches and for other people. That's all that made me remember ... and while that was happening I was thinking about how I needed to find tie to go buy HER easter stuff... Oh well, the day is over and the deed is done. I'll redeem myself somehow.
It's just that every time in the past few weeks that I've thought about Easter, I automatically thought about my grandpa. What's going to happen?? Will he be home? What are we going to do?
So Easter today was unlike any other Easter. Normally we all (and when I say we I mean my entire family) go to someones house and have a big dinner together. Today, there was no dinner. No gathering. My grandpa's been really sick and he's in the hospital ... so I woke up this morning in Brooklyn, found the easter basket that bunny left for me, and then headed up to Yonkers. Melissa and I met up with my mom and we went to the diner for lunch and then the three of us headed to the hospital. My grandma, uncle joe and aunt maryanne were there with grandpa, but they left soon after we got there to take my grandma home. She only slept for about 4 hours the night before, probably less, because my grandpa had been brought to the ER again around 9 and they didn't leave the hospital till almost 3 in the morning. The whole situation sucks a whole fucking lot. For everybody. I feel so horrible for my grandpa because he's just so done, y'know? And my poor grandma is taking the brunt of most of it. Then I feel horrible for my mom and her brothers, because it's their daddy. And myself...I'm left with so much guilt that I can't even begin to explain ... I'd try to but ... yeah, maybe another day.
So yeah, happy easter. Blah.
It's just that every time in the past few weeks that I've thought about Easter, I automatically thought about my grandpa. What's going to happen?? Will he be home? What are we going to do?
So Easter today was unlike any other Easter. Normally we all (and when I say we I mean my entire family) go to someones house and have a big dinner together. Today, there was no dinner. No gathering. My grandpa's been really sick and he's in the hospital ... so I woke up this morning in Brooklyn, found the easter basket that bunny left for me, and then headed up to Yonkers. Melissa and I met up with my mom and we went to the diner for lunch and then the three of us headed to the hospital. My grandma, uncle joe and aunt maryanne were there with grandpa, but they left soon after we got there to take my grandma home. She only slept for about 4 hours the night before, probably less, because my grandpa had been brought to the ER again around 9 and they didn't leave the hospital till almost 3 in the morning. The whole situation sucks a whole fucking lot. For everybody. I feel so horrible for my grandpa because he's just so done, y'know? And my poor grandma is taking the brunt of most of it. Then I feel horrible for my mom and her brothers, because it's their daddy. And myself...I'm left with so much guilt that I can't even begin to explain ... I'd try to but ... yeah, maybe another day.
So yeah, happy easter. Blah.