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So my mom tells me that my grandpa is out of remission. They found a lump in his lungs again.
*sighs* He's an old man. He smoked all his life. Emphysema is going to kill him before the cancer ever does.
But...this might be it. It probably is. My mom tells me that he and my grandmother have been getting his affairs straight, that he wrote out his will, that he's got everything taken care of.
My granddad is a son of a bitch. I have never met a more evil bastard of a man. He's a racist, bigoted evil man.
He abused the crap out of my mom. He ruined her teenage years, he hounds her to this day with rude comments that are meant to degrade her.
But he loves me. He loves me, for whatever reason. Maybe because he thinks that by being kind to me, he makes up for how he treats my mother. I don't know.
Over the years...he's given me things. He's carved rings out of steel bolts for me, he's carved little wooden things for me, he's given me a collection of rare arrowheads. He's hugged me, he's held me.
He's been there.
He ruined our lives, but he's been there.
No one in my life has ever died before. No one. Pets...yes...but humans? Never.
I have to face that this time...it might just be the time.
*sighs*
In a few weeks, my mom is getting her other knee replaced. This time *grins* the stubborn old bat is going to STAY in the hospital for the 10 days of physical therapy. She didn't last time. And now she damn well better.
She's going to be closer to home though. And of course, for the first few days, she'll be heavily drugged and all that. But she wants me close. Which I hope I can do. I don't really want to be away from my classes...but y'all know how close knit my family is.
*shakes fur* So that's today's events. Bittersweet, neh?
*curls up and smiles soflty* I'm such a stable old beast. Emotions go in, they come out, they don't last long.
^__^ I'm a drama queen too.
It's a good clear clean night, with a somber dry cold wind coming in. Lovely night. The trees are talking about quiet things. The squirrels are silent. All that I hear are the chirps of insects. A good night, indeed.
Edited: Oh, and btw, last night, the toilets here in Dexter Dorm were BOILING. Steam and everything. Creepy.
Saw a dead bird today too. A blue jay. Nothing wrong with it. Poor thing. If I knew someone around here who would want a dead bird, I'd have told them about it, since it looked like it just dropped dead. No mussed feathers or anything.
*sighs* He's an old man. He smoked all his life. Emphysema is going to kill him before the cancer ever does.
But...this might be it. It probably is. My mom tells me that he and my grandmother have been getting his affairs straight, that he wrote out his will, that he's got everything taken care of.
My granddad is a son of a bitch. I have never met a more evil bastard of a man. He's a racist, bigoted evil man.
He abused the crap out of my mom. He ruined her teenage years, he hounds her to this day with rude comments that are meant to degrade her.
But he loves me. He loves me, for whatever reason. Maybe because he thinks that by being kind to me, he makes up for how he treats my mother. I don't know.
Over the years...he's given me things. He's carved rings out of steel bolts for me, he's carved little wooden things for me, he's given me a collection of rare arrowheads. He's hugged me, he's held me.
He's been there.
He ruined our lives, but he's been there.
No one in my life has ever died before. No one. Pets...yes...but humans? Never.
I have to face that this time...it might just be the time.
*sighs*
In a few weeks, my mom is getting her other knee replaced. This time *grins* the stubborn old bat is going to STAY in the hospital for the 10 days of physical therapy. She didn't last time. And now she damn well better.
She's going to be closer to home though. And of course, for the first few days, she'll be heavily drugged and all that. But she wants me close. Which I hope I can do. I don't really want to be away from my classes...but y'all know how close knit my family is.
*shakes fur* So that's today's events. Bittersweet, neh?
*curls up and smiles soflty* I'm such a stable old beast. Emotions go in, they come out, they don't last long.
^__^ I'm a drama queen too.
It's a good clear clean night, with a somber dry cold wind coming in. Lovely night. The trees are talking about quiet things. The squirrels are silent. All that I hear are the chirps of insects. A good night, indeed.
Edited: Oh, and btw, last night, the toilets here in Dexter Dorm were BOILING. Steam and everything. Creepy.
Saw a dead bird today too. A blue jay. Nothing wrong with it. Poor thing. If I knew someone around here who would want a dead bird, I'd have told them about it, since it looked like it just dropped dead. No mussed feathers or anything.