May 13, 2009 09:05
A week before Mother's Day, my aunt emailed me. "There's a brunch at your grandma's place; your uncle and I are going. We'd love for you to join us."
I really stressed about going. W and I talked about it. W felt that if Grandma was not in a good place, mentally (thinking that she had a son who was about W's age), then it wouldn't be good for him to go. I decided, though, that I would go and support my aunt. If Grandma freaked out at seeing me, then I'd leave, but at the very least, my aunt would have my support.
I arrived on time on Sunday. After a few minutes of hanging out in the lobby, I called my aunt, who was still on her way.
Finally, at 10:20, they arrived in the lobby with Grandma. Grandma said, "Hello, Kathy," and hugged me.
I hugged her back, and we had a nice brunch.
Grandma alternated between happy and irritable, but she never made a scene, or pitched a fit.
I'm glad I went; at one point, my aunt had glanced heavenward, when my grandma had started picking at her for something. Grandma was disappointed that W wasn't there, but if we continue to have good gatherings, it'll be ok.
It took about an hour after brunch was over for my stomach to unclench.