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Today in ballet it hit me that my Gradnfather is completely entangled in my being.
He is my parent, in that somehow their parenting becomes an innate part of their children, their childrens decisions and who their children become. He is responsible for raising me for the first 1/4 of my life. He is also responsible for my love of singing, dance, theatre, cats, green vegetables, Ella Fitzgerald, reading, museums, the beach, teaching and airports, and- everything.
I had a premonition something awful was going to happen, a sick pit in my stomach all day on February 3rd, and I called my parents to check up on them as he was being driven to the hospital.
And no one knows what's wrong with him.
But he turns 88 on March 18 so I think it might just be that he's old & he's going & I doubt I can handle it.
He is my parent, in that somehow their parenting becomes an innate part of their children, their childrens decisions and who their children become. He is responsible for raising me for the first 1/4 of my life. He is also responsible for my love of singing, dance, theatre, cats, green vegetables, Ella Fitzgerald, reading, museums, the beach, teaching and airports, and- everything.
I had a premonition something awful was going to happen, a sick pit in my stomach all day on February 3rd, and I called my parents to check up on them as he was being driven to the hospital.
And no one knows what's wrong with him.
But he turns 88 on March 18 so I think it might just be that he's old & he's going & I doubt I can handle it.