Back to Back
I am going back to Fayetteville again this weekend. This is the last completely free weekend I'll have for a while, so I decided to cancel this weekend's queer discussion group and go home to spend some time with Grand-Dad before it's too late.
Thank you for the warm responses earlier this week about my grandfather. After some thought, everything is the best it could be. He is ready to go. He wants to be out of his pain. I've been cyclically manic and despondent all week; remembering the picture of him crying pops back occasionally and gets me down, but I know, though, that he is getting to stay home with family while he's sick, I will have the chance to see him a bit before he goes, and he's ready to go. Any other feeling -- ultimately -- on my part would be selfish.
So, I am happy. I just wish there was something easy we could do together. I thought about cooking or going out to eat or going on a drive or sitting around and watching a movie, but he's really too sick to be up to much -- not even sitting around and talking for very long. I'll just go and spend an afternoon, I guess.
Last weekend, I picked up the car my dad passed on to me. It's in really good shape. Dad had detailed it. It's a color that hits almost perfectly between gold and silver and has (gulp) purple tinting on the windows. It has -- wow! -- a sun roof. I like it a lot, love having a more reliable car. And I vow to take very good care of it. It has to last me. It should be fun to drive home and back in, too.
Sigh of reliefs ... .
Thank you for the warm responses earlier this week about my grandfather. After some thought, everything is the best it could be. He is ready to go. He wants to be out of his pain. I've been cyclically manic and despondent all week; remembering the picture of him crying pops back occasionally and gets me down, but I know, though, that he is getting to stay home with family while he's sick, I will have the chance to see him a bit before he goes, and he's ready to go. Any other feeling -- ultimately -- on my part would be selfish.
So, I am happy. I just wish there was something easy we could do together. I thought about cooking or going out to eat or going on a drive or sitting around and watching a movie, but he's really too sick to be up to much -- not even sitting around and talking for very long. I'll just go and spend an afternoon, I guess.
Last weekend, I picked up the car my dad passed on to me. It's in really good shape. Dad had detailed it. It's a color that hits almost perfectly between gold and silver and has (gulp) purple tinting on the windows. It has -- wow! -- a sun roof. I like it a lot, love having a more reliable car. And I vow to take very good care of it. It has to last me. It should be fun to drive home and back in, too.
Sigh of reliefs ... .