Nov 03, 2009 23:41
I don't think anyone who reads this aside from my sister knows anything about my paternal grandfather, Maximo. Suffice to say he's 90 years old, very stubborn and has lived through a lot. To give you some idea of just how old he is, Maximo fought in the Spanish Civil War. For those of you not up to snuff on your history, know that it pre-dates World War 2.
So yeah, he's old.
Anyways, he's not doing as well these days and evidently it has gotten worse lately. While I did mourn for my maternal grandmother, when she died it didn't really have an affect on me but I suppose that's mostly due to not having been as close to her as I am with my Spanish grandparents. It's really hard for me to imagine a world without Lola and Maximo. They've just always been there, even after they weren't able to come back to the USA to visit.
One of my dearest memories is of playing cards with Lola, Maximo and my Father when I was young. I honestly wish the four of us could play cards together one more time. I just hope Maximo gets better and lives for another 10 years, but I know that isn't likely. I just don't know how I'm going to be able to prepare myself for what is going to happen.
Don't worry, I'm doing okay for now, it's just an unsettling thought.