Mortality strikes again.
After today I'm short a grandfather. He was a great guy and I'm pretty certain I'm going to miss him. Here I was ready to have my first good day with The Burning Crusade when I get a phone call from my mom right after I wake up telling me that my grandfather was in fatal condition in the hospital. I get dressed real fast and wait for her to come pick me up to go to Longmont and see him in his final hours.
We got there at about 1:30 pm and just sorta waited. We talked with my aunt Kathy and my uncle Robert for a while. It wasn't until about 7:00 pm where things got... depressing. See, someone had the bright idea to bring up politics. Now you don't know my family too well (at least I don't think you do..) but whenever one of us brings up politics it's almost always a fight. I did my damnedest to stay out of the argument, and it was an argument. Here we are, around a man's deathbed arguing over politics! I mean, Kathy and Robert are getting close to yelling and my mom is about to break down into tears because they won't just drop it. It got to the point that my mom had to leave, she just couldn't handle the stress of it all. Here was a man who was good enough to be a father when their own deadbeat dad skipped out on them dying and all they can do is argue with each other. He died about twenty minutes after we left.
After we left the hospital I did what I could to calm my mom down. We ended up hitting a Perkins and discussing.. well, that's for a whole different post, if I ever get the gall up to talk about it.
I think the biggest thing I learned about myself today was that death really doesn't bother me. I'm hardly upset about anything except how poorly my family acted in the hospital. I recall the only reason I cried at my grandmother's funeral was because I was so depressed about the fact that I wasn't depressed about her passing. I felt terrible that I didn't mind that she was dead. I went through all that over in my head as well today.
Hell of a way to spend a saturday.
We got there at about 1:30 pm and just sorta waited. We talked with my aunt Kathy and my uncle Robert for a while. It wasn't until about 7:00 pm where things got... depressing. See, someone had the bright idea to bring up politics. Now you don't know my family too well (at least I don't think you do..) but whenever one of us brings up politics it's almost always a fight. I did my damnedest to stay out of the argument, and it was an argument. Here we are, around a man's deathbed arguing over politics! I mean, Kathy and Robert are getting close to yelling and my mom is about to break down into tears because they won't just drop it. It got to the point that my mom had to leave, she just couldn't handle the stress of it all. Here was a man who was good enough to be a father when their own deadbeat dad skipped out on them dying and all they can do is argue with each other. He died about twenty minutes after we left.
After we left the hospital I did what I could to calm my mom down. We ended up hitting a Perkins and discussing.. well, that's for a whole different post, if I ever get the gall up to talk about it.
I think the biggest thing I learned about myself today was that death really doesn't bother me. I'm hardly upset about anything except how poorly my family acted in the hospital. I recall the only reason I cried at my grandmother's funeral was because I was so depressed about the fact that I wasn't depressed about her passing. I felt terrible that I didn't mind that she was dead. I went through all that over in my head as well today.
Hell of a way to spend a saturday.