It never pours but it deluges with big tsunami-size quantities of not-fun stuff
So, as you may be able to tell from my subject title, a fair bit of the not so fun stuff has been happening recently. Because I am anal, here is an exhaustive list, in chronological order, and coincidentally, order of seriousness:
It's like one of those big rows of dominos, only shorter and fragmenty and rather more sad-making because there's only so many tears one can sensibly shed over a row of fallen-over dominos.
In all seriousness, I think my grandfather was probably almost relieved to die. He could barely do anything except sleep and watch tv - he could hardly even talk - and the care facility, while full of very nice staff, was nonetheless a hugely depressing place to be. There's just no disguising that it's a place where all the residents are just waiting to die.
But I'm surprisingly ok with it. It's not at all a shock like Nan's stroke, nor is there regret at a life cut short. Certainly I will miss Pa, but somehow it just seems so much less of a tragedy, and so much more the normal progression of life into death, that it's just not emotionally jarring. Gar - it's difficult to describe.
Anyway, I'd better get on and start writing my eulogy.
- I spent a month trying to get in touch with my supervisor and thus get cracking on my thesis. I now have two odd months to finish it and have barely started.
- Dumbledore died! It was so sad!
- One of our dogs, Shira, got so old that she could barely walk and had to be put down.
- My grandfather's dog, who we've been looking after because my Pa had to go into care, died suddenly and unexpectedly of heart failure three weeks after that.
- My grandather, who has been in a long, slow decline, got a bad infection and suddenly died a bare two weeks after that (on Sunday).
It's like one of those big rows of dominos, only shorter and fragmenty and rather more sad-making because there's only so many tears one can sensibly shed over a row of fallen-over dominos.
In all seriousness, I think my grandfather was probably almost relieved to die. He could barely do anything except sleep and watch tv - he could hardly even talk - and the care facility, while full of very nice staff, was nonetheless a hugely depressing place to be. There's just no disguising that it's a place where all the residents are just waiting to die.
But I'm surprisingly ok with it. It's not at all a shock like Nan's stroke, nor is there regret at a life cut short. Certainly I will miss Pa, but somehow it just seems so much less of a tragedy, and so much more the normal progression of life into death, that it's just not emotionally jarring. Gar - it's difficult to describe.
Anyway, I'd better get on and start writing my eulogy.