So...

[grl_in_wndrland]

Pa's not doing good at all, as Fran just informed me over the phone. They called his other son, Ken, to tell him to come to visit now, instead of this weekend, and he is now in town. He told everyone that he didn't think he could make it to the weekend. I wanted to cry when Fran told me. I held it together until we hung up the phone. Then I couldn't help but sit and think about my gramma in this same position when she died. She knew when it was gonna happen. And when I started thinking about it all, I cried, of course. I spent part of Saturday (while making Jello shots for the girly sewing party we had this weekend) at Fran's house talking to Jimmy about everything. I felt better after our conversation, like I might have been able to let him know that everything will be OK, in some off the wall sort of way, and he'll make it through this, and that I would be there for him. I told him about all my feelings when this happened with my gramma, and even shed a couple tears during our talk. I hope our conversation helped a little at least. I asked Fran afterward about how she thought Jimmy felt about talking about it with me. She didn't really know, but seemed to be glad that he was at least talking about it with someone.

I am now off, with my teary red eyes to get ready for a semi-formal get-together/party at some friends' house tonight. I hate dressing up, and don't think I'll be going all out with it tonight. Just some slacks and a decent looking shirt should do it for me, seeing as how this shindig was a little last minute thing anyway.